Luyện nghe bài hát New Faces v2

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

[Verse 1: Sweatshirt]
In '09, we were still on the bus,
Before Nak was deluxe, I didn't have a brush
When it still wasn't hoes tryna fuck me
Fore I cleaned up a bit it's company comin'
I ain't know we were on the cusp of the
Tryna get a few bucks custody
And my twin brothers was all brothers
So my kin gully and my toughened
Thick lens my eyes, nah
They bright, nigga, I'm just now
And if this a different way to my mind out
I need to 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 that it's pus 'round me
him in the daytime or dusk hours
out the pound, [?]
If your tux's lousy then you sit with us, nah
Can't it harsh livin' when the margin
Between you and all fuck niggas
Is about as as it gets
And you workin', and a leg
Say he workin' but he just cause he ain't workin'
Like a distance, bitch
Who you know that's out harder than this?
Chargin' niggas like a Tom win, nigga
Slight 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

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

[Verse 2:
Drugs got me like [?] Carpathian
Just look at the state in
The most critically acclaimed, contortionist
That ain't suckin' corporate
it with my balls in grip
Other hand got a to hit
All Ralph 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
Brain still from the shit in the soda, soft
A generation
Facin' a [?], off
Warrants bein' filed for the fought
And drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't while that cape was off
Clark, nigga, spittin' in his high rise
Tryna see the side of life
And a nigga just keep comin' back a Golf picture
It's like liquor, and see people are books
So you a mothafucka by the first page
And a bitch by the cover
[?] so the text
Real ones, I'm the brother, when they see me on stage
They said my was so insane
It was like Cobain hit his last

Mac Miller]

[Verse 3: Mac
he dizzy 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 strung out on dusty couch
In a big white ugly house, I the bitch slow down
runnin' your mouth
You holdin' my money, just up and count
My nostril hasn't worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, like he for a sheep
Me, I'm in the Jeep
Burnin' weed, circles 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 afraid of
All my life been afraid of power
did all that go?
The long decision always called my
Last supper I was fuckin' the Corleones
I need somethin' stronger than a zone
can save me from the war unknown
Shoutout to Soulo (SOUL!) and rest in peace Joh
The devil on the other side of the glory
Any time, any place, you bet I'ma eat
Cause my 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 but they're leavin' in suitcases
Been a criminal [?]
Used the put the weed in the sole of my Asics
Hate myself up to
But the are just way too flagrant, so
I go
Throwin' up a prayer, a Hail Mary
I've never been religious but I feel the scripture's got it all there
It's not just gypsies and fairies, could be my last breath
take my time, cause I'ma go out the same way I came in
Right by the pussy with nothin' on my

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