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: Earl
In '09, we were still on the bus,
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 it's company
I ain't we were on the cusp of the money
get a few bucks under custody
And my twin was all Sid's brothers
So my kin gully and my toughened
Thick coverin' my eyes, nah
bright, nigga, I'm just high now
And if this a different way to my mind out
I to find out, I'm doin' fine now
And I don't as stupid when I talk now
And everybody at the show astound
And up drowsy
In the cut so much that it's pus 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
Between you and all these niggas
Is as large as it gets
And you workin', and a leg
Say he workin' but he talkin' cause he ain't workin'
a long distance, bitch
Who you know that's out harder than this?
Chargin' niggas like a Tom Lister win,
Slight frown on the brow on the brim, brown
Runnin' wild on the route that was
When the branch out
I'm out my face in the shallow, drownin' again

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

[Verse 2:
got me feelin' like [?] Carpathian
Just at the state he's in
The most critically acclaimed, slang
That ain't suckin' corporate
Said it with my in grip
Other hand got a to hit
All this be the sportsmanship
Walked in and I needed all the chips
As well as the one on my
Feel like my got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor
Cops lockin' niggas up for quotas
still numb from the shit in the soda, soft
A lost
a [?], fakin' off
Warrants bein' for the cases fought
And them drugs get by debatin' cost
You ain't while that cape was off
Just Clark, nigga, spittin' in his rise
Tryna see the bright side of
And a just keep comin' back with a Golf picture
It's like hard liquor, and see are books
So you judge a mothafucka by the first
And a bitch by the back
[?] so the text
Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on
said my shit was so insane
It was like Cobain hit his 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 dusty couch
In a big white ugly house, I told the bitch down
Stop runnin' mouth
You my money, just shut up and count
My right nostril worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, he servin' for a sheep
Me, I'm in the Jeep
Burnin' weed, doin' 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 been of powder
All my I've been afraid of power
Where did all go?
The long decision always called my
Last supper I was with the Corleones
I need stronger than a quarter zone
That can me from the war unknown
Shoutout to Soulo (SOUL!) and in peace Alori Joh
The devil on the other side of the glory
Any time, any place, you could bet eat
Cause my on the fork and the fork in the road
Look at all new faces
I see, I see, I see
comin' on the plane but they're leavin' in suitcases
Been a criminal [?]
the put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics
Hate myself up to
But the are just 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
It's not gypsies and fairies, this could be my last breath
I'ma take my time, cause I'ma go out the same way I in
Right by the with nothin' on my mind

Mac Miller]
You are standing in the soul
You are with the shallow soul
soul
I've been drowning with this shallow
soul, shallow soul
You are drinking a shallow soul
soul, shallow soul
(fades)