Luyện nghe bài hát Enchanted

[J.
Yea, this is the
yea, this is the fathers aint living
at least not us
see em round the city and won't even say wassup
when play tough, wont even smile in mirrors
and we to f-ck hoes off trial and error
just a small time n-gga, big hustle
to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell
these were our heroes, for them zero's
for that Robert Deniro, n-ggas reload on kilo's
them people,
mad at myself cause I done some things that I'd rather not tell
shawty smole and her boyfriend too
he touch her daughter like them boyfriends do
pull up to the club the boys went too
see that yellow and the boys in blue
a n-gga on a and though i never met ya
Im God Bless ya, they city try and get ya
man, let the city get ya
f-ck the horoscopes, know the lke a wrestler
if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a
your face on the of our shirts saying we miss ya
(we ya)

with me,
Run quick see, do we have here
Now, do you ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

with me,
Run quick see, what do we here
Now, do you ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

yea, see God
I you only do whats best for me
but is it cool if we my destiny
they always tellin' me it's
than why its like a cemetary
my aint got no obituaries
my city hurting and none of us were here
you me say I was ballin'
i probably tears
I'm to get clear
I'm tryna quit
who the scripts here
these kids live there whole life killing time
running the with no finish line
tryna noose us with they ropes
but Im tryna
I think my pride might become my suicide
but I tryna go, no baby
and through these lines and quotes you gotta find some
cause I aint
my gon' last forever,
you can the treasure
look you can see a diamond in my mind
Im tired of seeing dope fiends, wiping they clean
is my neighbourhood just a screen
I Im in the (?) I see lo green
raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(no kings, no kings)

[J. Cole
Come me,
Run quick see, what do we here
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

Come me,
Run quick see, what do we here
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

[J. Cole 3]
It seems like n-ggas either feel ya or try and kill ya
I face the sky and hope to God aint unfamiliar
you whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar
they tell me that its will, I'm asking God will ya
courtesy of www killerhiphop dot com
iller a n-gga from pain, momma smoking cocaine as it rains out
am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came
where they with them thangs out
to clear my mind at the same they blew that boys brains out
but will it change, its like n-ggas is free but our minds still in the
brothers eachother, the blood spill its a shame
will it ever up
alot of n-ggas older but they never grow up
and do they son's like they fathers did and show up
don't even cry about it, just another of life
watch the n-gga no re-runs
the buying soul's n-gga no refunds
man, let the city get ya
f-ck the know the ropes like a wrestler
if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma a tissue
face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya
another day, another song, a mother
another
but we play like aint nothing wrong
like aint wrong
aint nothing wrong
Im not as fast, I'm not as
but before I
I gotta
I gotta
I ball
n-gga I gotta