Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Computer

I've so far
Couldn't you how far
as though I have been
A million places at
lives I have lived
Many I've fought
I've fought, and
1]
Mass
rulers
What's up to you
[?]
That's
I'm the rumors
I'm past the
The body is
A bad
A ghost, a
massive tumors
Can't a nigga like me
With death I'd be to do it
And my ashes on my Mac computer
And rap it
While Future
And say the future
the future

If you're for trouble
You gotta look far
Without the of dark

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

I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as I have been
A million places at
Many I have lived
battles I've fought
I've fought, and
If you're for trouble
You gotta look far
Without the presence of
Wouldn't be any
You may who I am
But do you know who you
(You are, you are)
These roads, they go nowhere
These half-ways are a end
had my share of losses
I've had my of lessons
And I sure what hell is
And I ask you this
If we, ourselves, perfect
Then how could we know what is like?