Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Computer

I've so far
Couldn't you how far
Feels as though I been
A places at once
lives I have lived
Many battles fought
fought, and lost
1]
Mass
Black
up to you half-truthers
[?]
That's
I'm past the
I'm the human
The is trash
A bad
A ghost, a
With tumors
Can't a nigga like me
death I'd be glad to do it
And my ashes on my Mac computer
And rap it
While blastin'
And say the future
Thats the

If lookin for trouble
You gotta look far
the presence of dark

2]
The is 5625
is clappin' and stompin' in church, waiting for Jesus to come back alive
Niggas is still (conscious), waiting on E.T. to out the sky
Stop all crimes, mentally ill and out of their mind
Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is still for fleck to get some supplies
is still like Damn, I was just talkin' to so-and-so the other day, how did they die? Why?
Niggas is still (conscious), for politicians to admit that they lied
Since we all comrades, (let niggas pre-locked up in them contracts)
You that its generous, just 'cause the man let his boot off your neck just a little bit
If that - if that shit - if that shit was threatening, you wouldn't know that it did exist
wouldn't - they wouldn't - they would've hid that shit from you, like all of your history
They brought - they brought - they Bill Nye back from the dead just to get at me
They sent so many my way, I could start an agency
(You are conscious)
It's all about branding, all about branding, like a fraternity, niggas wanna brand me
want Grammys, niggas want families, niggas think I'm crazy, I don't own a damn thing
Where the fuck's the manual? can't understand me, they can't understand me
All that shit must go, all that shit is trash, there is not a B
(You are conscious)
Where do all of go, where we gon' end up, where we all landing?
This is just a shit-show, this is just a Citgo, I am only
(You are conscious)

I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as though I have
A million at once
lives I have lived
Many battles fought
fought, and lost
If looking for trouble
You ain't look far
Without the presence of
be any stars
You may who I am
But do you who you are?
(You are, you are)
These roads, they don't go
half-ways are a dead end
I've had my share of
had my share of lessons
And I sure know what is
And I ask you this
If we, ourselves, perfect
Then how could we what heaven is like?