Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Up

Something for the

I'm the type to a hotel room just to feel at home
I'm the type to a hotel room just to be alone
I got an issue with people pretending they like what don't
don't bring up my issues unless you gon' deal with your own
Please don't try to pretend you keep it real, though
Yeah it's funny you got a lotta money
But that doesn't buy you skills, though
I don't if I am on the billboards
On a killing
I'm about to kill
Got a on
You paid a for
I mean what you people even live
I write raps, you yours, oh Lord (haha)
We just warmed up
Yeah, I I was coming, I warned you
So to the fans
I feel like ride on my tour bus
You wanna know what I do in my
come to my fortress
I for all the corpses
It's a right now
But I haven't had time to put the rappers in the
We ain't talked in six years
Why you writing me
I just turned down
to keep the brand looking right, now (that's real)
I ain't about the money
I'm just saying I ain't controlled by the account
Or the bank
I'm a man
But don't my money
I play around
Lights out the mics out
About to hit the West
Hype
I just put a out
What you think I'm gonna pipe
Nah, I've looking for a beat
Look I found, woo
I mean is coming out of my mouth
Tried to me, yeah, I ain't had the right sound
Oh, yeah,
me what you think now
Two in the bag
I ain't done,
coming next year?
Let me hear the drum
flow
Anybody be the one to make an issue out of nothing?
Imma hit you my iPhone
I
I'm a little out of now
I looking for a handout
You didn't like what I was doing year
Which is funny you lookin' like a fan now
Are you a fan
I kinda being broke
Now let me go back to my old
I used to walk into high school
And hand out my CD in
I told all my teachers that I'd be a
smiled and looked at me, "Okay, that's a pretty nice dream, but you better get a real job."
"Mmm, no way."
Yeah I live you dreamin'
I could do this I'm sleepin'
I ain't the type that bring up your name for nothing
But please, give me a reason
I'm on the now
I playin' with you
really been a fan of takin' pictures
I'm being honest, yeah
take it with you
Shows out
get your tickets, oh Lord!
I got a love for the
I can't express what it like
Sometimes I wonder if it's real life
Sometimes I look at the past and think about how I got here in the first
You the glove is my birthplace
I wanna be rude
But I get you on my worst days
Say for me
Do it all the
Yeah they barely workin' while I'm overtime
year they like, "Who am I?"
Now year they like, "You the guy."
a little something for your car rides
If they I fell off
They all
Yeah, you know the
Better
it's Real Music
the day we die
Yah!