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 never thought I could live my life you
All you ever seem to do is scream and it all about you
And so I you
I doubt you even what's on my mind
I said I you
I you even know why I left 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 of stars
Where there's these cars
A new home for everyone
And even life on
this 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 what's on my mind
I said I you
I you even know how I let you

love to Def Jam, even though they undershipped me
Did me like Bobby did Whitney but the fans was me
Know my name around the world but it still hit me
All the talent in the and they still don't get me
I didn't talk about my race on the whole first
But black vs white bullshit was the still the
How come motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
Judging rap by race instead of the better
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
Bitch I it
Yeah, emails from Rubin, dinner with No ID
Chilling with B-I-G K-A-N-E
Not get to what I do by any means
Thinking slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside of this solar system I'm for paradise
Livin' the life, bitch I've a vet
Fuck all these cats on the
I love Hip Hop and I Hip Hop
'Cause people that love Pac hope that get shot
'Cause he raps about 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 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 back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my
Black on one side, now I'm in zone
Switch flows, 'em up
the game, run 'em up
Yeah I sold a records but people don't give a fuck
All the want is real
Guess why Logic appeal
All the power in the world, hold that, me how it feel
Racism on and in magazines
Paying taxes so soldiers run out of magazines, god damn
Country don't give a who I am
Just a youngin' on the rise 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 gettin' guap, guap
I am livin' like I got it
Spit the flow so robotic, man who gives a fuck it
Maryland I die but I had to get the fuck up out it
I love it and hate it, you probably don't man, I doubt it