Luyện nghe bài hát #Endoftheworld

[XV - 1]
Let me in your life, let me in homes
Let me in your stereos and get me in my
A hero on the page is what I wanna be the
But if we follow for a follow, tell me who gon us both
Roman numeral flow, wallet of C's
Turn numbers into the so I can count G's
The loser who won too like you was the 3
After the millions cause they the dream
I aint lost a thing in this grind but my
And reality so how could dreaming waste my time
I just ask mine, hypothetical at
Wonderin' if my rap minds matter I flat line?
So I sign out of Facebook and get some friends
Got off Twitter niggas and set some real trends
And we gon' get it man the World spins
Cause everyday they try to say that the ends

Followers followin', role models
Niggas throwin' dollars in and everybody is hollerin
Is it the end of the yet?
Is it the end of the yet?
Followers followin', role models
throwin' they dollars in and everybody is hollerin
Is it the end of the yet?
Is it the end of the yet?

[XV - 2]
Young and invincible, by all the principles
Maybe cause all our principles would so fictional
Now we in a world that's so digital
Hashtags at the minimal, niggas act it's biblical
Typical I watch thats at they pinnacle
And not have one that felt pivotal
When I was young I was but always had drive
suspended my license and then I got fly
Who gon' the World, not I
But I will influence the mind that try
Thats a Pac line, see how it all
We could become a leader you follow
So sign out of Facebook and get real friends
Get off Twitter my nigga and set some real
And we gon get it the world spins
Cause everyday they try to say that the world
Is it yet?

[XV - 3]
Ugh, back to I go
Its our future Odd Future you could never
Saw a nigga on Twitter say Vizzy will never
I guess there are some shit that spit that I never get to show
they heads I go
I wrote this on a flight next to this women that was
She asked me what is that you write, I a rap song
She said: "really, sentences that long"
If you think rap is just drugs and gats you dead wrong
This is the paper my sons fund is made on
college kids at shows in the front row with weight on
We change lives with these lines that hate on
Spit on tracks like simple jack and then kick like Fei Long
I just want something that make you get life from it
Its more than a facebook, like or dislike button
So sign out of that and get real friends
Get off Twitter my nigga and set real trends