Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

I know that you think this is for you
I used to for you when you do you
My life was just fine way back you
Now you reach out I just ignore you
this not a love song (Woah)
This is so
You did me so for so long, for so long
No I never I could live my life without you
All you ever seem to do is scream and it all about you
And so I you
I doubt you even know on my mind
I I doubt you
I doubt you even why I left you behind
I know that been living
In the city of
Where there's flying cars
A brand new for everyone
And even on Mars
In the city of
Where these flying cars
A brand new home for
And even life on
Cause not a love song (Woah)
This is so
You did me so for so long, for so long
And so I you
I doubt you even know on my mind
I said I you
I doubt you know how I let you

love to Def Jam, even though they undershipped me
Did me like Bobby did Whitney but the was with me
Know my name around the but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they still 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 motherfuckers can't to let it go
rap by race instead of the better flow
Who a fuck who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While emulated, give a fuck if I'm hated
do it til I get it, fuck a nominated
Bitch I it
Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin, dinner No ID
Chilling with B-I-G D-A-D-D-Y
Not many get to what I do by any
Thinking they slick as like the finna befriending me
But let's get back to the music, I'm
Outside of solar system I'm searching for paradise
Livin' the life, I've been a vet
Fuck all these cats on the
I Hip Hop and I hate Hip Hop
people that love Pac hope that Drake get shot
'Cause he about money and bitches, for heaven's sake
Pac did the same shit, just on a break
Now I ain't wanna name names, I'm just droppin' 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 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 but people don't give a fuck
All the want is real
Guess why Logic appeal
All the power in the world, hold that, tell me how it
Racism on and in magazines
Paying so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn
Country don't a fuck who I am
Just a youngin' on the rise a mic in my hand
And I am, the the Roc
The .45 that my older brother pop, shot
And I am on top
Too high up, not a
Stop, we gettin' guap, gettin'
I am livin' I ain't got it
the flow so robotic, man who gives a fuck about it
Maryland I die but I had to get the fuck up out it
I love it and hate it, you probably don't know man, I it