Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

I that you think this song is for you
I used to for you when you do you
My life was fine way back before you
Now when you reach out I just you
this not a love song (Woah)
This is so
You did me so wrong for so long, for so
No I never thought I could live my 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 I doubt you
I doubt you even know why I you behind
I that I've been living
In the city of
there's these flying cars
A new home for everyone
And even life on
In the city of
Where these flying cars
A new home for everyone
And even on Mars
Cause this not a song (Woah)
is so long
You did me so for so long, for so long
And so I you
I doubt you even know on my mind
I I doubt you
I doubt you know how I let you

love to Def Jam, even though they undershipped me
Did me Bobby did Whitney but the fans was with me
Know my 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 about my race on the whole first album
But vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these can't seem to let it go
rap by race instead of the better flow
Who gives a who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While emulated, give 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 get to what I do by any means
Thinking they slick as fuck the finna befriending me
But get back to the music, I'm gone
of this solar system I'm searching for paradise
Livin' the life, I've been a vet
all these cats on the internet
I love Hip Hop and I Hip Hop
'Cause that love Pac hope that Drake get shot
'Cause he raps about money and bitches, for heaven's
Pac did the same shit, just on a break
Now I ain't wanna name names, I'm just droppin' this
We all people, all
Now let me let off,
Now let me let off
Tougher than raw denim, my flow you identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my
on one side, now I'm in another zone
Switch flows, 'em up
the game, run 'em up
Yeah I sold a couple records but people give a fuck
All the people want is
that's why Logic appeal
All the power in the world, hold that, tell me how it
Racism on television and in
Paying so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn
Country don't give a who I am
Just a on the rise with a mic in my hand
And I am, the the Roc
The .45 Glock that my brother pop, shot
And I am on top
Too up, not a drop
Stop, we gettin' guap, guap
I am livin' like I got it
Spit the flow so robotic, man who gives a about it
Maryland 'til I die but I had to get the up out it
I love it and hate it, you probably don't man, I doubt it