Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

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

Much to Def Jam, even though they undershipped me
Did me like Bobby did but the fans was with me
Know my name the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the and they still don't get me
I didn't about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the
How these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
Judging rap by instead of the better flow
Who gives a who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, give a if I'm hated
I'mma do it til I get it, fuck a
Bitch I it
Yeah, emails from Rubin, dinner with No ID
Chilling with B-I-G D-A-D-D-Y
Not many get to I do by any means
Thinking they as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get to the music, I'm gone
Outside of this system I'm searching for paradise
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 money and bitches, for sake
Pac did the same shit, just on a drum
Now I ain't wanna name names, I'm droppin' this game
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
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 give a fuck
All the want is real
Guess that's why Logic
All the power in the world, hold that, me how it feel
Racism on television and in
Paying taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god
don't give a fuck who I am
Just a youngin' on the rise with a mic in my
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 gettin' guap, guap
I am like I ain't got it
the flow so robotic, man who gives a fuck about it
Maryland 'til I die but I had to get the up out it
I it and hate it, you probably don't know man, I doubt it