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 sandy beach)
The the city needs O is authentic, I know you hear when I spit it
(Feel the patch of sand underneath the shadow of your deck chair)
Told you my was coming, made something from nothing, sketching 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 they say, stay 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 locked in box, getting in the city with big dreams.
See me on big from Holly to Bollywood, doing big things.
you slept on me, I dreamt a dream then kicked it. (gasping)
To the world, you risk 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." scribbled him down in my black book.
one day he'd collaborate with a no name, named 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 be here cause life's to me is a beach chair. (hysterically gasping)
Just so you until then I go to work on those who claim that I'd never get known.
While toting rhymes in the break room, V's presidential in the wing.
I write mean, pulling then I might sing in Punjabi.