Luyện nghe bài hát Beach Chair

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[Bridge: Marcus

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

[Verse 3: Orelias]

with me or get left, wrote that there in kitchen on stovetop.
You know what they say, out if it's too hot, I turn it up two notch.
Even I was coal, always knew one day they'd saddle in crotch.
Never stayed in box, getting mail in the city with big dreams.
See me on big screens from to Bollywood, doing big things.
While you slept on me, I a dream then kicked it. (gasping)
To the world, you risk it.
Sentences show I'm senseless; maybe you'll to your senses.
I play then came a long way from the MacBook.
I heard Raginder on "A.D.H.D." then scribbled him in my black book.
Thinking one day he'd collaborate with a no name, Marcus O.
With one goal, sign Violinder so then call my imprint home.
Woah...I past 'em; play possum; toe tag 'em even in the same verse
I knew I'd always be here life's to me is a beach chair. (hysterically gasping)
so you know until then I go to work on those who claim that I'd never get known.
While rhymes in the break room, V's presidential in the right wing.
I write mean, pulling strings I might sing in Punjabi.