Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

I know that you think song is for you
I to long for you when you do you
My life was just fine way before you
Now you reach out I just ignore you
'Cause not a love song (Woah)
is so long
You did me so for so long, for so long
No I never thought I could live my life you
All you ever seem to do is and make 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 know that been living
In the of stars
Where there's these cars
A new home for everyone
And life on Mars
In the city of
Where there's these cars
A new home for everyone
And even on Mars
Cause this not a love (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

love to Def Jam, even though they undershipped me
Did me like Bobby did Whitney but the was with me
my name around 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 whole album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the
How these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
Judging rap by race instead of the better
Who a fuck who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, a fuck if I'm hated
I'mma do it til I get it, fuck a
Bitch I it
Yeah, emails Rick Rubin, dinner with No ID
with B-I-G D-A-D-D-Y K-A-N-E
Not many get to what I do by any
Thinking they slick as fuck the finna befriending me
But let's get to the music, I'm gone
Outside of this solar system I'm searching for
Livin' the life, bitch been a vet
Fuck all these cats on the
I Hip Hop and I hate Hip Hop
'Cause 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 names, I'm just droppin' this game
We all people, all
Now let me let off,
Now let me let off
Tougher than raw denim, my flow you can't
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 couple records but don't give a fuck
All the want is real
Guess that's why appeal
All the power in the world, that, tell me how it feel
on television and in magazines
Paying taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god
Country give a fuck who I am
Just a youngin' on the with a mic in my hand
And I am, the the Roc
The .45 Glock that my brother pop, shot
And I am on top
Too high up, not a
Stop, we gettin' guap, guap
I am like I ain't 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 know man, I doubt it