Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Relate

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

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

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

I age a fine wine,
People like me we're to find.
You think I'm just buying
Call me when yo heads on right.

You still Well okay!
You sit on twitter all day.
like"all guys are the same",
That kinda must be so lame.

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

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

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

And I'm up like all day
I gotta get my mind in a new state,
Been writing songs like my fate,
And myself, like lingerie.

You look children, catching fades,
Swinging fists and pulling
You only fight the 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 there and I'm still here,
And by this of next year,
I'll be the name you all hear
don't get it? I'll make it clear.

I'm a meltdown, a single tear,
I'm the whole head, just the ear.
I'm the universe, the stratosphere.
You're an and I'm Mt. Rainier.

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

We're not the same, so pretend
words leave off where mine begin,
Keep my style the end,
If it on, let's 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 when you talking to me,
Because you pay me respect, I don't your money.

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

But for though mans, just do you,
Cause uh, no one else to.
Shit, I ain't to be rude.
But call me Abe, I speak the truth.

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

Yeah, see okay to be unique.
If I wanted to be like you, I be.
I'm still doing me, and man,
I it look easy.