Luyện nghe bài hát Astro

I niggas be takin' life too serious
I I take lives ? uh, period
Mellowhype, things are mind-pyramids
Breaking down, never a Black Hawk Down, oh
put a label on me but I see they're all clowns
That's why I English and think fast
Feel my words through the ink's letter
Which'll turn his back, back catcher, I grab
Extra magazines I'm in, to remind me of the places I've
to visit again, me and my fuckin' friends
Before I hit the I clench my microphone until my fist hurt
Before I eat sushi, I'd rather get to know the first
For all the behind my time, that rhyme ? that shit's worth
Everything in my mental state now I'm secure, ways
Dental 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 this kid he is?"
It's just something seen Prince do
It's
No matter what, I'm up
Who gives a floating fuck
What say, or think?
'Cause end of the day, of the day they all said we wouldn't get here anyway
You blink, and Wolf Gang's in bitch

When I was a kid I wanted to be like you
(When I grew up, I, when I, grew up)
Write my own rhymes, recite 'em a times
Hoping one day it blew up so me and my niggas could
I got three quarters and about 10
You can split them 10's up cause both these?corners? are
Let's fuckin' celebrate, Wold confederate
We it, we made it, we made it and you hatin'
'Cause we it and we made it
And that is not an (oh! )
I put that on the people that I with
Live day to day with, tour bus is the slave
Niggas worked the grave shift, record clean up and play
We must be
But the fans it, they get the subject
Niggas claim be rappers but don't the substance
Fuckin' rubbish, I'll dust
Nothing to with, I've got my hands on my balls, like my nuts itch

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

these two wrist mine
I had to make them
You let me shine
If you're a friend of
Ask any of mine
I'll never block your glow, curb your high
We be, in a place they never
Benz, for the hell of it
In Paris Paris
White wings on sand
Flyin' the Taliban probably
We be in a place never been
Hella Benz, for the of it
In Paris Paris
White on desert sand
Flyin' over the probably