Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. Welcome to
planes, long flights
Welcome to the

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

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

I'm here forever, these other niggers in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look when they're
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 poet or
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or
Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of money
Have that consistent drive long as your running

I to heat up mama house by opening ovens
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that coming
That's shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back
I light up my spliff take a sip of my
Thinking back of when the weren't thinking of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, they weren't a f-ck
Now everywhere I go they be it up
I seen it all Barry Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain and free my n-gga Ricky
We always for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase and black pennies
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but mad semi's
Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act

This where they love you then they hate you, go and ask
Yeah, go and ask
love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, sweeter than
Who got the n-gga ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it nigga
work, work, work, work, work.