Luyện nghe bài hát Astro

I niggas be takin' life too serious
I I take lives ? uh, period
Mellowhype, are dependent-free mind-pyramids
Breaking walls down, a Black Hawk Down, oh
put a label on me but I see they're all clowns
That's why I talk English and fast
Feel my words through the ink's letter
Which'll never turn his back, back catcher, I
magazines I'm in, to remind me of the places I've been
Returning to visit again, me and my friends
Before I hit the stage I clench my microphone until my hurt
I eat sushi, I'd rather get to know the fish first
For all the cats my time, that rhyme ? that shit's worth
Everything in my mental state now I'm secure, mental
Dental place in my jaw for raw just because
I like to my talent

Think I'm-a wear the yellow tux at the
And rock out with my out
Like "who this kid he is?"
It's something I've seen Prince do
It's
No matter what, I'm up
Who a flying floating fuck
people say, or think?
'Cause end of the day, start of the day they all said we wouldn't get here
You blink, and Wolf Gang's in this

When I was a kid I to be just like you
(When I grew up, when I, when I, up)
my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple times
Hoping one day it blew up so me and my could shine
I got quarters and about 10 dimes
You can split them 10's up cause both are mine
Let's fuckin' celebrate, Wold Gang
We made it, we made it, we made it and you
'Cause we made it and we it
And is not an understatement (oh! )
I put on the people that I stay with
day to day with, tour bus is the slave ship
Niggas worked the grave shift, record clean up and disc
We be misbehaving
But the love it, they get the subject
claim be rappers but don't fulfill the substance
Fuckin' rubbish, dust quick
Nothing to fuck with, I've got my on my balls, like my nuts itch

I remember I first played on my web shit
And he fronted on it like... nah shit will never work
Ha ha ha, like

these two wrist mine
I had to make gold
You gotta let me
If you're a friend of
Ask any of mine
never block your glow, won't curb your high
We be, in a place they been
Benz, for the hell of it
In Paris Paris
White wings on sand
Flyin' over the probably
We be in a place never been
Benz, for the hell of it
In Paris Paris
White wings on desert
Flyin' the Taliban probably