Luyện nghe bài hát Book Of Life

1 verse : my name was written in the of,
prosperation,
the operation,
bout to history like Obama's inauguration,
up,
see me in the sky a constellation,
this soul i provide feeds the hungry nations,
look at my your eyes, see nothing but greatness,
of course they hating cause im just too for your basics,
listen to me spit and you can the knowledge,
my flow's in degree and I aint go to college,
painting a perfect picture no flow,
follow where I go,
im hot as Diablos,
I know I was made kinda like Movado,
,
red hot shades on like Johnny bravo,

2 : ok ok alright,
more than a rapper but a catalyst thought I might establish this,
these rappers need to know where the beauty pageant is ,
tar produces the hits, and I just go dismantle it,
Im walking on the but my flow is where the mantal is,
pardon my flow is no where close to as hard as I go,
im spitting that platinum my heart is of gold, im out of this no oxygen bro,
best of my no cockiness though, because im the bomb i drop and explode,
im running city you walking real slow, aint talking my language we talking in codes,
stacking this dough later we blow it all, then get some more,
im out of world so you can call me Paul,
right on the ledge live life on the just hoping i dont fall,
bread stacking books but yet this ain't study hall
, ah ,hate on me, u can face to me,
so if they hating b, em im still caking see, see
,you aint even a factor, your dont really matter,
you claim you on real stuff, but to me you look like an actor,
on that green like a tractor, master of the art im way more just a rapper,
spitting that ish focused, im spitting the coldest, hope for the hopeless,
treat the game like a channel but I do it remote less, never used to this but now they promote this,
hotter than a moltres, you cant approach this, and if you lion homie me poachers,
10-story building im high as the top porch is ,plus im getting like golf courses,
hot as human torches, nah homie im scorching, animal I'm spitting so I be met morphing,
im just rappers, got them feeling like theyre orphans,
Benedict poping, got me quoting