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 when I spit it
(Feel the cold of sand underneath the shadow of your deck chair)
Told you my time was coming, made something from nothing, sketching the on maps
(You're at this)

[Verse 3: Marcus

Come me or get left, wrote that there in kitchen on stovetop.
You know what they say, 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.
stayed locked 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 the world, you risk it.
show I'm senseless; maybe you'll come to your senses.
I pressed play then came a 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, named O.
With one goal, sign Violinder so he'll call my imprint home.
Woah...I past 'em; play possum; toe tag 'em even in the same verse
I knew I'd always be cause life's to me is a beach chair. (hysterically gasping)
Just so you know then I go to work on those who claim that I'd never get known.
toting rhymes in the break room, V's presidential in the right wing.
I write mean, strings then I might sing in Punjabi.