Luyện nghe bài hát Beach Chair

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[Bridge: Marcus

They sikh'n a rebel. Rebel and Sikh, seeking on beats
(And you're on a warm beach)
The realization the city needs O is authentic, I know you hear when I it
(Feel the cold patch of sand underneath the 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 with me or get left, wrote 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, always knew one day saddle in crotch.
Never stayed in box, getting mail in the city with big dreams.
See me on big screens from Holly to Bollywood, big things.
you slept on me, I dreamt a dream then kicked it. (gasping)
To conquer the world, you it.
Sentences show I'm senseless; you'll come to your senses.
I play then came a long way from the MacBook.
I heard Raginder on "A.D.H.D." then him down in my black book.
Thinking one day he'd collaborate with a no name, Marcus O.
With one goal, sign Violinder so then he'll call my home.
Woah...I blow past 'em; play possum; toe tag 'em even in the verse
I I'd always 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 strings then I sing in Punjabi.