Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. Welcome to
Paper planes, flights
to the life

Destinies fulfilled off the filling the pillow talking
How you killing my highs, I you built the coffin
I got virgin lungs excuse the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, call me George from Boston
Respect is never given so I it
Get acquainted with I get them acclimated
red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice
Had to escape the
This for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
Give me some soul money, is gassed up
Tell them to keep it running, I'm the grass cut
No snakes, royalty niggers don't get no pussy
So more for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we racks, she said please don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, out to Charlie Sheen
I spit the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm to be the king that was part of my dream
And wale told me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the call
We aint heard of that, and we aint of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when don't see their C's til they see the judges
Dark side of town, mama blues,
When ensues niggers Ndomakong Suh
Old lyin ass as boys,
Why you knock bitch up if you cant tend it out boy
I'm a my opinion is monumental

I'm here forever, these niggers scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas luggage flyin straight to the money
And you don't understand my slang my is lovely
So they quote me and me like I'm a poet or something
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or
Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers me
Make the least of you haters, make the of your money
that consistent drive long as your motor's running

I used to heat up mama house by opening
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and that it's coming
That's real shit, it's than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back
I up my spliff take a sip of my yack
Thinking back of when the city weren't of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, weren't giving a f-ck
Now everywhere I go be giving it up
I it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking like a Park that's to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain Ginnny and my n-gga Ricky
We pray for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, dollars and black pennies
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad
Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act

where they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, than sibling
Who got the juice ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it deuce
work, work, work, work, work.