Luyện nghe bài hát Astro

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

Think I'm-a wear the tux at the Grammy's
And rock out with my out
"who this kid think he is?"
It's just something I've Prince do
true
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 in this bitch

I was a kid I wanted to be just like you
(When I up, when 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 10's up cause both these?corners? are mine
fuckin' celebrate, Wold Gang confederate
We it, we made it, we made it and you hatin'
'Cause we made it and we it
And is not an understatement (oh! )
I put that on the people that I with
day to day with, tour bus is the slave ship
Niggas worked the shift, record clean up and play disc
We be misbehaving
But the love it, they get the subject
Niggas claim be but don't fulfill the substance
rubbish, I'll dust quick
Nothing to fuck with, I've got my hands on my balls, my nuts itch

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

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