Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

I know you think this 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 wrong for so long, for so
No I never thought I 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 what's on my
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 flying
A new home for everyone
And even on Mars
In the city of
Where there's flying cars
A brand new home for
And life on Mars
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 know what's on my mind
I said I you
I you even know how I let you

Much love to Def Jam, though they undershipped me
Did me like Bobby did Whitney but the fans was me
Know my name around the but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they don't get me
I didn't talk about my on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the
How come these can't seem to let it go
Judging rap by race of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who it, I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, give a if I'm hated
I'mma do it til I get it, fuck a
I dominate it
Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin, with No ID
Chilling with B-I-G K-A-N-E
Not many get to I do by any means
they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get back to the music, I'm
Outside of this system I'm searching for paradise
Livin' the life, bitch I've a vet
Fuck all these 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 shit, just on a drum 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 you can't identify
said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my
on one side, now I'm in another zone
Switch flows, 'em up
the game, run 'em up
Yeah I sold a couple records but people 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 taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god
Country don't a fuck who I am
a youngin' on the rise with 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 high up, not a
Stop, we gettin' guap, gettin'
I am livin' I ain't got it
Spit the flow so robotic, man who 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