Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Computer

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

If you're lookin for
You gotta look far
Without the presence of

2]
The is 5625
Niggas is clappin' and stompin' in church, for Jesus to come back alive
Niggas is (conscious), waiting on E.T. to come out the sky
all these crimes, mentally ill and out of their mind
Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is awaiting for fleck to get some supplies
Niggas is still like Damn, I was talkin' to so-and-so the other day, how did they die? Why?
Niggas is (conscious), waiting for politicians to admit that they lied
we all comrades, (let them niggas pre-locked up in them contracts)
You accept that its generous, 'cause the man let his boot off your neck just a little bit
If that shit - if that shit - if that shit was threatening, you wouldn't that it did exist
They wouldn't - they wouldn't - they would've hid that shit from you, like all of history
They brought - they brought - brought Bill Nye back from the dead just to get at me
sent so many agents my way, I could start 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 damn
Where the fuck's the manual? 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, where we all
This is just a shit-show, this is a Citgo, I am only passing
(You are conscious)

I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as though I been
A places at once
Many I have lived
battles I've fought
I've fought, and
If you're looking for
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 don't go
These are a dead end
I've had my of losses
I've had my share of
And I sure know hell is
And I ask you this
If we, ourselves, perfect
Then how could we know what heaven is