Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. Welcome to
Paper planes, long
Welcome to the

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

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

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

I used to up mama house by opening ovens
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that coming
That's shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back
I light up my spliff a sip of my yack
Thinking back of the city weren't thinking of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, they 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 a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain and free my n-gga Ricky
We always pray for polo, we you little Penny
We skip college, chase and black pennies
Not in the of Zamunda but it's mad semi's
Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act

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