Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

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

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow
How you killing my highs, I you built the coffin
I got lungs please excuse the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, they call me from Boston
Respect is given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with mine I get acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm taking twice
Had to escape the
This for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm to be like The Beatles,
Give me some soul money, is gassed up
Tell to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass 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, shout out to Charlie
I bars the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was of my dream
And wale told me fuck y'all so we yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. 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 niggas don't see their C's til they see the
Dark side of town, baby blues,
When drama ensues niggers Suh
Old ass defensive as boys,
Why you that bitch 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 straight to the money
And you don't understand my my colloquial is lovely
So they quote me and love me like I'm a or something
Hoe I it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something
Shady 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 up mama house by opening ovens
Now mama see that on Oprah and know that it's coming
That's real shit, bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back
I light up my spliff a sip of my yack
Thinking back of the city weren't thinking of rap
They thinking of rap, they weren't giving a f-ck
Now I go they be giving it up
I seen it all from Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking like a Park that's to Mike Shinoda
out to captain Ginnny and free my n-gga Ricky
We pray for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and pennies
Not in the of Zamunda but it's mad semi's
Where bad bitches bad intentions just act friendly

This where they love you they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
They love you then they hate you, go and ask
Go and ask fenty, ass n-gga, sweeter than sibling
Who got the juice ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont it deuce nigga
work, work, work, work, work.