Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

I know you think this song is for you
I used to long for you you do you
My was just 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 never thought I 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 know why I left you behind
I know that I've been
In the city of
there's these flying cars
A new home for everyone
And even life on
In the of stars
Where these flying cars
A brand new for everyone
And life on Mars
Cause this not a song (Woah)
is so long
You did me so wrong for so long, for so
And so I you
I doubt you even what's 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 did Whitney 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 talk about my race on the first album
But black vs white was the still the outcome
How come these can't seem to let it go
Judging rap by race instead of the better
Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrated and
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 Rubin, dinner with No ID
with B-I-G D-A-D-D-Y K-A-N-E
Not many get to I do by any means
Thinking slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get to the music, I'm gone
Outside of solar system I'm searching for paradise
Livin' the life, bitch I've a vet
Fuck all cats on the internet
I Hip Hop and I hate Hip Hop
'Cause people that love Pac hope Drake get shot
'Cause he about money and bitches, for heaven's sake
Pac did the shit, just on a drum break
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 you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just 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 is real
Guess that's why Logic
All the in the world, hold that, tell me how it feel
Racism on and in magazines
Paying so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn
don't give a fuck who I am
Just a youngin' on the rise a mic in my hand
And I am, the the Roc
The .45 Glock that my older pop, shot
And I am on top
Too up, not a drop
Stop, we guap, gettin' guap
I am livin' I ain't 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