Luyện nghe bài hát So Much

Lately I've been going more bullshit, than a bull fighter
So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a choir
My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to
Everyday is like a rehearsal, prepping me for death

I think I'm because this world ain't no friend of mine
thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time
Y'all of shot me, in the Jimmy instead
But I guess they was feeling each other, to get in the bed

Here I am, born torn between heaven and hell
I tell my people so no to but I let it sell
to practice my preaching, calling the kettle black
I know I'm on pot before or not, I gotta peddle

Ain't got my back, except the laws when they on it
So I be going for broke, my opponents
no traces just blood on faces, believe that
HK I'ma that, you won't even want be back

I got through so much, so I try to stay up
Because, I'm sober I can't maintain
Even though I do my best, the thing I earn is stress
So I, spend most of my days chilling with Jane

I can't focus, I'm losing my real fast
Dreaming and fending for the day, I could some real cash
Dropping album after album, platinum after song
But it's like I did nothing, 'cause the lights ain't on

How can I win, like everything I do is a motherfucking sin
It got a nigga, to see my end
All of my are fake, they come around when I'm spending cash
But when I'm broke they out the do', wheels spinning fast

Lonely, daily the devil but he on me
Telling my people him, 'cause he be working
my homies burning bridges and I don't give a fuck
Remember y'all at me, when I couldn't get a buck

all gravy baby, I got bigger hurdles
I'm trying to over my residence
And my vehicle, is I dump over
And it not be much but it's all I got
So when I it, promethium is all I pop

I got so much, so I try to stay fucked up
Because, when I'm I can't maintain
though I do my best, the only thing I earn is stress
So I, spend of my days chilling with Mary Jane

I'm on pretrial now and I smoke no weed
if I catch a dirty, I'm facing T I M E
My time ever sober, it's fucking with my brain
Got a nigga an attitude, I can't maintain

If you cross me I'll bring it to you hard, not
Living I'm invincible, one day it's gonna cost me
it's time to pay up, and I lay up in a grave
Bury me a fifty sack, and a motherfucking 12 gage

Hey, no love in my
'Cause my homies was phony, straight the motherfucking start
Why couldn't I get a ride, if I ain't have no weed, these
Ain't my people, they gotta be strangers up a breed

So I the streets, with my Smith-n-Wesson
And if you beefing me nigga, better get your weapon
You better pray that I'm codeine and I'm just
But I let you add up to my problems, I will leave you tripping

I got so much, so I try to stay fucked up
Because, when I'm I can't maintain
Even though I do my best, the only thing I is stress
So I, spend most of my days chilling with Jane