Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

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

Much love to Def Jam, even they undershipped me
Did me like did Whitney but the fans was with me
Know my around the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they don't get me
I talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white was the still the outcome
How come motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
Judging rap by race instead of the flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I and innovated
While they emulated, a fuck if I'm hated
I'mma do it til I get it, a nominated
I dominate it
Yeah, emails from Rubin, dinner with 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 like the finna me
But get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside of this solar system I'm searching for
the life, bitch I've been a vet
Fuck all cats on the internet
I love Hip Hop and I Hip Hop
'Cause people that love Pac hope that Drake get
'Cause he raps about and bitches, for heaven's sake
Pac did the same shit, on a drum break
Now I ain't wanna name names, I'm just this game
We all people, all
Now let me let off,
Now let me let off
Tougher than raw denim, my flow you can't
said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my
Black on one side, now I'm in another
Switch flows, 'em up
the game, run 'em up
Yeah I a couple records but people don't give a fuck
All the people want is
Guess that's why Logic
All the power in the world, hold that, me how it feel
Racism on and in magazines
Paying taxes so don't run out of magazines, god damn
Country give a fuck who I am
Just a youngin' on the with a mic in my hand
And I am, the the Roc
The .45 Glock my older brother pop, shot
And I am on top
Too up, not a drop
Stop, we guap, gettin' 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 know man, I doubt it