Practice English Speaking&Listening with: Logic - 5AM (Prod. C-Sick)

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I've seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have but never forgot it though

Brothers on the corners selling crack like it was nada though

Walk inside my kitchen baking soda all up on the floor

Police banging on the door While gripping a .44

I was just a youngin' but this type of shit I've seen before

Y'all see a white boy, but my daddy a negro

Half breed motherfucker put the mic and he flow

I just wanna spread love, they want me to bleed slow

I just wanna keep the peace, and help people

Give some of this money that I'm making to the people

So if you hatin' on me goddamn you evil

And just don't understand cause I'm flyer than Knievel

Been through a lot of shit, but I keep it on the D-Lo

Never bustin' in'em streets but I keep it G though

I ain't in a fairy tale, I'm just me, ho!

Only thing I talk about is everything that we know

I heard you've got a fucking problem bitch I bet I beast

Ain't no need to reach, I don't need a piece

I just kill'em with kindness, yeah we leaveem deceased

And tell it like it is and now you got it capish shorty waddup !

Let me bring it back down You think it's a game right now (yeah)

But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (yeah)

Back where I came from now We're gon' live it up

Till we bring it back down

You think it's a game right now

But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now

Back where I came from now

We're gon' live it up Till we bring it back down

I hope you live a long life hatin'

And watch every Grammy just to see who they nominating, uh

So successful they'll probably say I signed with Satan

But I got God on my side, always down to ride Don't get it twisted, I ain't perfect in the least

I'm still all up in your girl jeans like a crease Matter fact like a geneticist

These rappers' records comin' out they so repetitive

Shout out my homie Chance, peace to Skizzy Mars

Rattpack, homie Castro, we dropping bars It's all love, man that shit is ours

They never thought I'd make a shooting from the stars

Yeah, I'm a born sinner, but it's a Cole world

Shout out my homies that know me, can't forget my old girl

But that's a touchy subject like a priest, woah

I heard y'all finally eating over there, we got a feast, though

Keep it Rattpack, till the beat go You might not get the flow now, let it seep though

Fans know my lyrics deeper than the sea floor But we dumb it down so they spin it on the radio

Racism all up in 'em, that shit is irrelevant My flow is colorblind, rapping for the hell of it

I don't give a fuck, my mind stays celibate Run quick, tell a bitch, rap getting me hella rich

Out the blue like Ella Fitz My flow is so elegant

Death before dishonor Murder all rappers in front of they momma's

I rep Artanis Decipher the word cause it's ebonics

Reverse the letters and it spells Sinatra Yes, I gotcha bitch it's Logic

Let me bring it back down You think it's a game right now (yeah)

But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (yeah)

Back where I came from now We're gon' live it up

Till we bring it back down

You think it's a game right now

But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now

Back where I came from now We're gon' live it up

Till we bring it back down

The Description of Logic - 5AM (Prod. C-Sick)