Luyện nghe bài hát Astro

I said niggas be takin' life too
I swear I take lives ? uh,
Mellowhype, things are mind-pyramids
walls down, never a Black Hawk Down, oh
They put a label on me but I see they're all
That's why I talk English and think
Feel my through the ink's last letter
Which'll never his back, back catcher, I grab
Extra magazines I'm in, to remind me of the I've been
Returning to again, me and my fuckin' friends
Before I hit the I clench my microphone until my fist 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
place in my jaw for spitting raw just because
I to floss my talent

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

I was a kid I wanted to be just like you
(When I grew up, when I, when I, up)
Write my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple
one day it blew up so me and my niggas could shine
I got quarters and about 10 dimes
You can split them 10's up cause these?corners? are mine
Let's fuckin' celebrate, Gang confederate
We it, we made it, we made it and you hatin'
'Cause we made it and we it
And that is not an (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 must be
But the love it, they get the subject
Niggas claim be rappers but fulfill the substance
Fuckin' rubbish, I'll quick
Nothing to fuck with, I've got my on my balls, like my nuts itch

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

Family: two wrist mine
I had to make gold
You let me shine
If you're a of mine
Ask any friend of
I'll never 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 Taliban
We be in a place never been
Benz, for the hell of it
In Paris Paris
White wings on sand
over the Taliban probably