Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Relate

Man, you rap about sex, drugs and money.
Like, how shallow are you
I just don't that attitude.
I can't relate.

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

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

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

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

Girl you the common denominator.
You got some ass but you got more haters,
and you me if I'm free 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 you're fake who you think you

Round-a-bout but I'm turning,
All I are spoken word 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 it's my fate,
And myself, like lingerie.

You like children, catching fades,
fists and pulling blades
You only the wars that you wage.
Why you so I can't relate.

(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 that you to take.
(CHORUS)

The is,
You're still there and I'm here,
And by time of next year,
I'll be the that you all hear
Still 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 talk because it's fun,
But what boy, I ain't done.
Nah shit is just begun,
You're wars that I already won.

We're not the same, so don't
words leave off where mine begin,
Keep my 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 you talking to me,
Because you pay me respect, I don't your money.

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

But for though mans, just do you,
Cause uh, no one 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!
you know that 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 you, I would be.
I'm still doing me, and man,
I make it easy.