Luyện nghe bài hát Beach Chair

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[Bridge: Orelias]

sikh'n a rebel. Rebel and Sikh, seeking demolition on beats
(And you're on a sandy beach)
The realization the city needs O is authentic, I know you when I spit it
(Feel the cold patch of sand the shadow of your deck chair)
Told you my was coming, made something from nothing, sketching the city on maps
(You're at this)

3: Marcus Orelias]

Come me or get left, wrote that there in kitchen on stovetop.
You know they say, stay out if it's too hot, I turn it up two notch.
Even when I was coal, knew one day they'd saddle in crotch.
stayed locked in box, getting mail in the city with big dreams.
See me on big from Holly to Bollywood, doing big things.
While you slept on me, I a dream then kicked it. (gasping)
To conquer the world, you it.
show I'm senseless; maybe you'll come to your senses.
I pressed play came a long way from the MacBook.
I heard Raginder on "A.D.H.D." then scribbled him in my black book.
one day he'd collaborate with a no name, named Marcus O.
With one goal, sign Violinder so he'll call my imprint home.
Woah...I blow past 'em; possum; toe tag 'em even in the same verse
I knew I'd be here cause life's to me is a beach chair. (hysterically gasping)
Just so you know until then I go to work on those who claim that I'd get known.
While toting rhymes in the break room, V's presidential in the wing.
I write mean, pulling then I might sing in Punjabi.