Luyện nghe bài hát New Faces v2

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

1: Earl Sweatshirt]
In '09, we still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a
When it still wasn't hoes tryna with me
Fore I cleaned up a bit it's company comin'
I know 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
lens 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 doin' now
And I don't as stupid when I talk now
And everybody at the show astound
And posted up
In the cut so much that pus 'round me
Catch him in the daytime or hours
out the pound, [?]
If your tux's lousy then you can't sit us, nah
Can't call it livin' when the margin
Between you and all fuck niggas
Is as large as it gets
And you workin', and a leg
Say he workin' but he just talkin' he ain't workin'
Like a long distance,
Who you know out that's harder than this?
niggas like a Tom Lister win, nigga
Slight frown on the on the brim, color brown
Runnin' on the route that was picked
When the branch out
I'm out with my in the shallow, drownin' again

Mac Miller]
I've been with this shallow soul
soul, shallow soul
You are drinkin' from a shallow
Shallow soul, shallow

2: Retch]
Drugs got me feelin' [?] Carpathian
Just look at the he's in
The critically acclaimed, slang contortionist
That ain't suckin' dick
Said it my balls in grip
hand got a cork to hit
All this be the sportsmanship
Walked in and I needed all the chips
As as the one on my shoulder
Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, in odor
Cops still lockin' niggas up for
Brain still numb the shit in the soda, soft
A lost
a [?], fakin' off
Warrants filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin'
You Superman while that cape was off
Just Clark, nigga, spittin' in his high
Tryna see the bright of life
And a nigga just keep comin' back a Golf picture
It's like liquor, and see people are books
So you judge a mothafucka by the page
And a bitch by the cover
[?] so the text
Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on
They said my shit was so
It was Cobain hit his last number

[Hook: Mac

3: Mac Miller]
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 I wanna die now?
And I'm strung out on this couch
In a big ugly house, I told the bitch slow down
runnin' your mouth
You holdin' my money, just up and count
My right hasn't worked in a week
the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheep
Me, I'm swervin' in the
Burnin' weed, doin' in the street
How I'm playin' my shit'll 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 long decision always my phone
Last supper I was with the Corleones
I need somethin' stronger than a zone
That can me from the war unknown
Shoutout to Soulo (SOUL!) and rest in Alori Joh
The devil on the other of the glory hole
Any time, any place, you could bet eat
Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the
Look at all these new
I see, I see, I see
They're comin' on the plane but leavin' in suitcases
Been a criminal [?]
Used the put the in the sole of my blue 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 but I feel like the scripture's got it all there
It's not gypsies and fairies, this could be my last breath
I'ma take my time, cause go out the same way I came in
Right by the pussy with on my mind

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