Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

I know that you think this is for you
I used to long for you you do you
My life was fine way back before you
Now when you out I just ignore you
'Cause this not a love (Woah)
is so long
You did me so for so long, for so long
No I thought I could live my life without you
All you ever seem to do is and make it all about you
And so I you
I doubt you even what's on my mind
I said I you
I doubt you even know why I you behind
I that I've been living
In the of stars
there's these flying cars
A brand new for everyone
And even life on
In the of stars
there's these flying cars
A brand new for everyone
And even on Mars
this not a love song (Woah)
This is so
You did me so wrong for so long, for so
And so I you
I doubt you even know what's on my
I I doubt you
I doubt you even how I let you

Much love to Def Jam, though they undershipped me
Did me Bobby did Whitney but the fans was with me
my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
All the in the world and they still don't get me
I didn't talk about my race on the whole first
But black vs white bullshit was the the outcome
How come motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
rap by race instead of the better flow
Who a fuck who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, a fuck if I'm hated
I'mma do it til I get it, a nominated
Bitch I it
Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin, dinner No ID
Chilling with D-A-D-D-Y K-A-N-E
Not many get to what I do by any
they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside of solar system I'm searching for paradise
the life, bitch I've been a vet
Fuck all these cats on the
I Hip Hop and I hate Hip Hop
'Cause that love Pac hope that Drake get shot
'Cause he raps about and bitches, for heaven's sake
Pac did the same shit, on a drum break
Now I ain't name names, I'm just droppin' this game
We all people, all
Now let me let off,
Now let me let off
than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my
Black on one side, now I'm in zone
flows, fuck 'em up
the game, run 'em up
Yeah I sold a couple records but people don't a fuck
All the people want is
Guess why Logic appeal
All the power in the world, hold that, tell me how it
Racism on and in magazines
Paying taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god
Country don't give a who I am
Just a youngin' on the rise with a mic in my
And I am, the the Roc
The .45 that my older brother pop, shot
And I am on top
Too up, not a drop
Stop, we gettin' guap, gettin'
I am livin' like I got it
Spit the flow so robotic, man who a fuck about it
Maryland I die but I had to get the fuck up out it
I love it and hate it, you don't know man, I doubt it