Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Bars [Explicit]

If dealing war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with and rights
Come more into my sight

Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my and shit
I the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how changed and rearranged
No matter happens, everything ain't gon' be the same
The album, what an incredible outcome
I grip the mic and then to the people like I'm Malcolm
I used to think the fame and was the motivation
Until I the world and met the people face to face and
that the power was harnessed in that basement
It ain't the money and notoriety
It's about the and making a difference in society
But don't get it twisted, this life I'm living is like a
The Godfather, the wielding an Uzi
One with the people, if the people is who's he?
Same level, the same rebel that settled
Pullin' strings like Geppeto who the ghetto
And I know you wrote me and I still answered
shit is different now, it's forced upon me
Different
I used to spend all my time conversing you
But now I write this to let you know I'm hurting with you
Shit is too big, but be honest, man
It's kinda bittersweet, besides the shows and meet and greets only see me on the street
And even then, that shit is rare—I just don't go
honestly I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide
That misconception, "Cause I rap, I must be with pride"
I ain't perfect, if you heard different then someone lied
People in my ear me, "Talk that shit"
Actions louder than words, I'd rather walk that shit
Since the first
I'm one of the highest on the label
Within six I put the second one on they table
I've sold out shows in parts of the world I can't pronounce
the tickets, watch them disappear when we announce
Fuck all murderous syllable shit right now
let me bounce
The mood me is people smokin' that by the ounce
Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday a hundred grand
Don't fuck checks, so when I bounce I prefer cash in hand
You know my first week looking crazy due to high
Cause people don't buy music in day and age
buy the brand
There's ups and downs, get me wrong
But back when I have shit
Felt I would've sold my soul to make it with this rap shit
Thank God he never let Lucifer enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin' and busting my ass
Achieved a lot in life, but a lot with more to gain?
At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt, we call that

Come some into my sight
Come some more my sight...