Luyện nghe bài hát So Much

Lately I've been going through more bullshit, than a fighter
So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a full
My every is pain, strain and stressing me to death
Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for

I think I'm ready this world ain't no friend of mine
Only thing I for, is murder and Penitentiary time
Y'all should of shot me, in the Jimmy
But I guess they was feeling other, to get head in the bed

Here I am, born torn between heaven and hell
I my people so no to dope but I let it sell
Need to practice my preaching, calling the black
I know I'm on pot before or not, I gotta peddle

Ain't nobody got my back, except the when they on it
So I be for broke, demolishing my opponents
Leaving no just blood on faces, believe that
HK I'ma squeeze that, you even want be back

I got through so much, so I try to fucked up
Because, when I'm sober I maintain
Even though I do my best, the only I earn is stress
So I, spend most of my days chilling with Mary

I can't focus, I'm losing my mind fast
Dreaming and fending for the day, I could make real cash
Dropping album after album, platinum song after
But like I ain't did nothing, 'cause the lights ain't on

How can I win, it's like everything I do is a sin
It got a nigga, to see my end
All of my are fake, they come around when I'm spending cash
But when I'm they out the do', with wheels spinning fast

Lonely, daily the devil but he on me
Telling my people fuck him, he be working
Through my homies burning bridges and I don't a fuck
y'all laughing at me, when I couldn't get a buck

It's all baby, I got bigger hurdles
I'm trying to jump over my
And my vehicle, is something I dump
And it might not be but it's all I got
So when I paint it, is all I pop

I got through so much, so I try to fucked up
Because, when I'm I can't maintain
Even though I do my best, the thing I earn is stress
So I, spend most of my days with Mary Jane

I'm on now and I can't smoke no weed
'Cause if I catch a dirty, I'm T I M E
My first time sober, it's fucking with my brain
Got a nigga an attitude, I can't maintain

If you cross me I'll bring it to you hard, not
Living like I'm invincible, one day it's gonna me
When it's time to pay up, and I lay up in a
Bury me with a fifty sack, and a 12 gage

Hey, no in my heart
'Cause my homies was phony, straight from the motherfucking
Why couldn't I get a ride, if I ain't have no weed, motherfuckers
Ain't my people, they gotta be strangers up a reverend

So I bless the streets, my Smith-n-Wesson
And if you with me nigga, better get your weapon
You better pray that I'm codeine and I'm tripping
But I won't let you add up to my problems, I will you tripping

I got through so much, so I try to stay up
Because, when I'm sober I can't
Even though I do my best, the only thing I is stress
So I, most of my days chilling with Mary Jane