Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

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

Destinies off the filling from the pillow talking
How you my highs, I hope 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 so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with I get them acclimated
Cherry red I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice
Had to the life
This ain't for ordinary people, don't me to rappers
I'm to be like The Beatles,
Give me soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers don't get no
So it's more for me, she invited me in her
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 trying to be the king was part of my dream
And wale told me y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last 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
side of town, baby mama blues,
When drama niggers Ndomakong Suh
Old lyin ass as boys,
Why you knock that bitch up if you cant it out boy
I'm a tenant my is monumental

I'm here forever, other niggers scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas with luggage flyin straight to the
And you understand my slang my colloquial is lovely
So they quote me and love me like I'm a or something
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Roby or something
Shady bitches'll me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of your
that consistent drive long as your motor's running

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

This where they love you then 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, than sibling
Who got the n-gga ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it deuce
work, work, work, work, work.