Luyện nghe bài hát Beach Chair

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[Bridge: Marcus

They sikh'n a rebel. Rebel and Sikh, demolition on beats
(And on a warm sandy beach)
The realization the 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, something from nothing, sketching the city on maps
(You're at this)

[Verse 3: Marcus

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