Luyện nghe bài hát Astro

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

Think wear the yellow tux at the Grammy's
And rock out with my out
Like "who kid think he is?"
It's just something seen Prince do
It's
No matter what, I'm up
Who gives a flying floating
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 bitch

When I was a kid I to be just like you
(When I up, when I, when I, grew 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 10's up cause both these?corners? are mine
Let's celebrate, Wold Gang confederate
We made it, we made it, we it and you hatin'
we made it and we made it
And is not an understatement (oh! )
I put that on the people I stay with
Live day to day with, bus is the slave ship
Niggas the grave shift, record clean up and play disc
We must be
But the fans love it, get the subject
claim be rappers but don't 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 first played tricks on my web
And he on it like... nah that shit will never work
Ha ha ha, like

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