Luyện nghe bài hát New Faces v2

[Intro: Earl
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 still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't 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
Tryna get a few under custody
And my twin brothers was all Sid's
So my kin and my skin toughened
Thick coverin' my eyes, nah
bright, nigga, I'm just high now
And if a different way to clear 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 look
And posted up
In the cut so much 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 it harsh 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 just talkin' cause he workin'
Like a distance, bitch
Who you know that's out harder than this?
Chargin' like a Tom Lister win, nigga
frown on the brow on the brim, color brown
Runnin' wild on the that was picked
When the branch out
I'm out with my in the shallow, drownin' again

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

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

Mac Miller]

[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 die now?
And I'm out on this dusty couch
In a big white ugly house, I the bitch slow down
Stop runnin' your
You my money, just shut up and count
My nostril hasn't worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a
Me, I'm in the Jeep
Burnin' weed, doin' in the street
How I'm playin' my wake a baby up
I get her faded, but her back in the
All my life I've been of powder
All my life I've been afraid of
did all that go?
The decision always called my phone
Last supper I was fuckin' with the
I need somethin' than a quarter zone
can save me from the war unknown
Shoutout to (SOUL!) and rest in peace Alori Joh
The devil on the side of the glory hole
Any time, any place, you bet I'ma eat
my hand on the fork and the fork in the road
Look at all these new
I see, I see, I see
They're comin' on the plane but they're in suitcases
Been a criminal [?]
Used the put the weed in the sole of my blue
myself up to strangers
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 like the scripture's got it all there
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 pussy nothin' on my mind

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