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 needs O is authentic, I know you when I spit it
(Feel the cold patch of underneath the shadow of your deck chair)
you my time 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 what say, stay out if it's too hot, I turn it up two notch.
Even when I was coal, always knew one day they'd in crotch.
Never stayed 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; 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 him down in my black book.
Thinking one day he'd collaborate with a no name, named O.
With one goal, sign so then he'll call my imprint home.
Woah...I blow 'em; play possum; toe tag 'em even in the same 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 who claim that I'd never get known.
While toting rhymes in the break room, V's in the right wing.
I write mean, pulling then I might sing in Punjabi.