Luyện nghe bài hát New Faces v2

[Intro: Sweatshirt]
Yeah you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the like a damn rapper. Aww man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, damn

[Verse 1: Sweatshirt]
In '09, we were on the bus, nigga
Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When it wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
Fore I cleaned up a bit like company comin'
I ain't we were on the cusp of the money
Tryna get a few bucks under
And my twin brothers was all Sid's
So my kin and my skin toughened
Thick coverin' my eyes, nah
They bright, nigga, I'm just now
And if this a different way to my mind out
I need to find out, I'm fine now
And I don't look as when I talk now
And everybody at the show astound
And posted up
In the cut so that it's pus 'round me
Catch him in the daytime or hours
out the pound, [?]
If your tux's then you can't sit with us, nah
Can't call it livin' when the margin
you and all these fuck niggas
Is as large as it gets
And you workin', and a leg
Say he workin' but he just talkin' cause he ain't
Like a distance, bitch
Who you know that's out that's than this?
Chargin' like a Tom Lister win, nigga
frown on the brow on the brim, color brown
Runnin' wild on the route that was
When the branch out
I'm out with my face in the shallow, again

[Hook: Mac
been drownin' with this shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow
You are from a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow

2: Retch]
Drugs got me like [?] Carpathian
Just look at the he's in
The most critically acclaimed, contortionist
That ain't corporate dick
it with my balls in grip
Other got a cork to hit
All Ralph be the sportsmanship
Walked in and I needed all the chips
As as the one on my shoulder
Feel like my got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor
Cops still lockin' up for quotas
still numb from the shit in the soda, soft
A lost
Facin' a [?], off
Warrants bein' filed for the fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin'
You ain't Superman while that was off
Just Clark, nigga, in his high rise
Tryna see the bright of life
And a just keep comin' back with a Golf picture
It's like hard liquor, and see people are
So you a mothafucka by the first page
And a bitch by the back
[?] so the covered
Real ones, I'm the last brother, when see me on stage
They my shit was so insane
It was Cobain hit his last number

[Hook: Mac

[Verse 3: Mac
Isn't he off the ups and downs.
Got a wit me, put it in a blunt for now
She was supposed to get me high, why the fuck I wanna die
And I'm strung out on this couch
In a big white ugly house, I told the slow down
runnin' your mouth
You holdin' my money, just shut up and
My right nostril worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, like he for a sheep
Me, I'm swervin' in the
weed, doin' circles in the street
How I'm my shit'll wake a baby up
I get her faded, but her in the labia
All my life I've afraid of powder
All my life I've afraid of power
Where did all go?
The decision always called my phone
Last I was fuckin' with the Corleones
I need somethin' stronger than a zone
That can save me the war unknown
Shoutout to Soulo (SOUL!) and in peace Alori Joh
The devil on the other side of the hole
Any time, any place, you bet I'ma eat
Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the
at all these new faces
I see, I see, I see
They're comin' on the plane but they're leavin' in
Been a criminal [?]
Used the put the weed in the sole of my Asics
Hate up to strangers
But the raps are way too flagrant, so
I go
Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Mary
I've never been religious but I feel like the scripture's got it all
not just gypsies and fairies, this could be my last breath
I'ma my time, cause I'ma go out the same way I came in
Right by the with nothin' on my mind

[Outro: Mac
You are standing in the shallow
You are speaking with the soul
soul
I've been drowning with this soul
Shallow soul, shallow
You are drinking a shallow soul
Shallow soul, soul
(fades)