Luyện nghe bài hát Beach Chair

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[Bridge: Marcus

sikh'n a rebel. Rebel and Sikh, seeking demolition on beats
(And you're on a warm beach)
The realization the city O is authentic, I know you hear when I spit it
(Feel the cold patch of sand underneath the shadow of deck chair)
Told you my time was coming, 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 what they say, stay out if it's too hot, I it up two notch.
Even when I was coal, always 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 dreamt a then kicked it. (gasping)
To conquer the world, you it.
Sentences show I'm senseless; maybe you'll come to senses.
I pressed play came a long way from the MacBook.
I Raginder on "A.D.H.D." then scribbled him down in my black book.
Thinking one day he'd collaborate with a no name, Marcus O.
With one goal, sign so then he'll call my imprint home.
Woah...I blow past 'em; 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)
Just so you know until then I go to work on who claim that I'd never get known.
While toting rhymes in the room, V's presidential in the right wing.
I write mean, pulling strings I might sing in Punjabi.