Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Relate

Man, you only rap sex, drugs and money.
Like, how are you bro?
I just don't that attitude.
I just relate.

Man, I got all these people telling me that I'm not other rappers.
I'm perfectly OK that.

It doesn't matter, cuz you're and I'm here.
I'm but you're austere.
I'm up, so don't come near,
And I get better year.

I age like a wine,
like me we're hard to find.
You think I'm just time?
Call me back yo heads on right.

You still fake? okay!
You sit on like all day.
Tweeting like"all are the same",
That kinda must be so lame.

you the most common denominator.
You got ass but you got even more haters,
and you askin me if I'm later,
So you must love...elevators.

To get to your I'm parachuting.
Stealin ya let's call it looting.
You out stressing I'm up in here coolin',
We all know fake who you think you foolin'?

Round-a-bout but I'm turning,
All I are spoken word sermons.
Baptism, and the churning,
But here in Hell, we burning.

And I'm up like all day
Cause I get my mind in a new state,
writing songs like it's my fate,
And revealing myself, lingerie.

You look like children, fades,
Swinging fists and blades
You fight the wars that you wage.
Why you so angry? I relate.

(CHORUS)
Yeah you know I can't relate.
You say "Keep it Real" but you so fake!
you know that I can't relate.
But this is the that you chose to take.
(CHORUS)

The is,
You're still and I'm still here,
And by time of next year,
be the name that you all hear
Still get it? I'll make it clear.

I'm a meltdown, you're a tear,
I'm the head, you're just the ear.
I'm the universe, the stratosphere.
an anthill and I'm Mt. Rainier.

I just talk because it's fun,
But guess boy, I ain't done.
Nah this shit is begun,
You're wars that I already won.

not the same, so don't pretend
Your words leave off where begin,
my style until the end,
If it catches on, call it a trend.

I ain't rich, and I'm
But stop talking about money, I don't like tone.
Look me in the eyes when you to me,
you pay me respect, I don't want your money.

I'm so down I don't know what's up.
But I don't drink so an empty cup.
I my soul for a couple bucks,
But I stole it back the devil's clutch.

But for real though mans, do you,
uh, no one else wants to.
Shit, I mean to be rude.
But call me Abe, I speak the truth.

(CHORUS)
Yeah you know that I relate.
You say "Keep it Real" but you so fake!
Yeah you know that I relate.
But this is the path you chose to take.
(CHORUS)

Yeah, see okay to be unique.
If I wanted to be you, I would be.
I'm still just me, and man,
I make it easy.