Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

I that you think this song is for you
I used to long for you you do you
My life was just fine way before you
Now when you out I just ignore you
'Cause this not a 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 make it all you
And so I you
I doubt you know what's on my mind
I I doubt you
I doubt you even why I left you behind
I know I've been living
In the of stars
there's these flying cars
A brand new home for
And life on Mars
In the city of
Where there's flying cars
A brand new home for
And even on Mars
Cause 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 on my mind
I I doubt you
I doubt you even how I let you

love to Def Jam, even though they undershipped me
Did me like Bobby did but the fans was with me
Know my name around the world but it still hit me
All the talent in the world and they still get me
I didn't talk about my race on the first album
But vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
rap by race instead of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who it, I penetrated 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 Rick Rubin, dinner No ID
Chilling with B-I-G D-A-D-D-Y
Not get to what I do by any means
they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get to the music, I'm gone
of this 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 that Drake get shot
'Cause he raps about money and bitches, for 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
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 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 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 that my older brother pop,
And I am on top
Too high up, not a
Stop, we guap, gettin' guap
I am livin' like I got it
Spit the 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 man, I doubt it