Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

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

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

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

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

I used to heat up house by opening ovens
Now mama see that on Oprah and know that it's coming
That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my 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, they weren't giving a
Now everywhere I go be giving it up
I seen it all Barry Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking like a Park that's to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my n-gga
We always pray for polo, we miss you little
We skip college, chase dollars and black
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but mad semi's
Where bad bitches with bad just act friendly

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, ass n-gga, sweeter than sibling
Who got the juice ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... keep it deuce nigga
work, work, work, work, work.