Luyện nghe bài hát Astro

I said niggas be takin' too serious
I swear I take lives ? uh,
Mellowhype, things are mind-pyramids
Breaking walls down, never a Black Down, oh
They put a label on me but I see they're all
That's why I talk English and think
my words through the ink's last letter
Which'll turn his back, back catcher, I grab
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 fist
Before I eat sushi, I'd rather get to the fish first
For all the cats behind my time, that ? that shit's worth
Everything in my mental state now I'm secure, ways
place in my jaw for spitting raw just because
I to floss my talent

Think I'm-a wear the tux at the Grammy's
And out with my cock out
"who this kid think he is?"
It's just something seen Prince do
It's
No what, I'm showing 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 in this bitch

When I was a kid I to be just like you
(When I grew up, I, when I, grew up)
my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple times
Hoping one day it blew up so me and my niggas shine
I got three quarters and about 10
You can split them 10's up cause these?corners? are mine
Let's celebrate, Wold Gang confederate
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 that on the people I stay with
day to day with, tour bus is the slave ship
Niggas worked the grave shift, clean up and play disc
We be misbehaving
But the love it, they get the subject
Niggas claim be rappers but don't the substance
Fuckin' rubbish, dust quick
to fuck with, I've got my hands on my balls, like my nuts itch

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

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