Luyện nghe bài hát Tribute

This one is dedicated to the ones
Not the possums playing dead messing my head
X of action, X amount of games
For years again I tell you the

already to the bored of it all type, lingo
That I'm seein' every night I'm out
head for it but your's gets busted
Right lip split and

I up but I got back tryin'
Don't lyin' 'bout constant disappointment
But the fun is in the so quit actin' on a front
And you're unmotivated, sorta
But the remedy is not so, get on what you got

Remember Lady of Guadeloupe, the times my mother mole
After mass we would get home, the are runnin' to the phone
And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my player
Was in this love together

At the time I realized how songs haunted
The ones that I I played because I wanted
Drawin' on my wall from time to coolin'
Makin' creatures come with no schoolin'

When I'm on the
The method that I make is much
The that I make is much patience
I'm waiting for the and then I make sense

comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue
Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you got so rude
Boy, coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya
is a tribute

No one looks as foolish as the ones
But then there's no one that has this much fun
X amount of action, X amount of
For years again I you the same

Once I met a man who made nearly no
He would never bet on a long and he never bet on a break and
He's condescending and gossip galore
But the dude was such a bore, hear me now

I messed up but I got back
Don't lying 'bout constant disappointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a
Yeah, unmotivated, faded
But the real man is not the one hiding the gunshot

Time through my memory
There's a younger dough gazin' at the
Space veto of the stars
Searchin' for from Neptune and Mars

Ode to an alien, I know out there
Cosmic, lonely tell me if you care
I'm for your sound, here on the ground
I'm for your sound, here on the ground

I'm on the microphone
The method that I make is patience
The that I make is much patience
I'm waiting for the beat and I make sense

Ain't comin' in hot, you definitely got no clue
Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you got so rude
Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Joy, I tell ya
is a tribute

I'm vexing mofos but I'm wishing you the best
I keep 'bout my lyrics and I throw out the rest
'Cause fly on by, you can if you to
The method that makes sense is