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 fine way back before you
Now when you reach out I just you
'Cause this not a song (Woah)
This is so
You did me so for so long, for so long
No I never thought I could live my life you
All you ever to do is scream and make it all about you
And so I you
I doubt you know what's on my mind
I said I you
I you even know why I left you behind
I know I've been living
In the city of
Where there's flying cars
A brand new for everyone
And even on Mars
In the city of
Where there's flying cars
A brand new home for
And life on Mars
Cause this not a song (Woah)
This is so
You did me so for so long, for so long
And so I you
I you even know what's on my mind
I said I you
I doubt you know how I let you

Much love to Def Jam, though they undershipped me
Did me like Bobby did but the fans was with me
my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they don't get me
I didn't talk my race 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 instead of the flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I and innovated
While they emulated, give a if I'm hated
I'mma do it til I get it, a nominated
Bitch I it
Yeah, emails Rick Rubin, dinner with No ID
Chilling with B-I-G K-A-N-E
Not many get to 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 system I'm searching for paradise
Livin' the life, bitch been 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 raps about and bitches, for heaven's sake
Pac did the same shit, just on a drum
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 raw denim, my flow you can't identify
said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my
Black on one side, now I'm in another
flows, fuck 'em up
the game, run 'em up
Yeah I sold a couple records but don't give a fuck
All the people want is
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 run out of magazines, god damn
Country don't give a 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 brother pop, shot
And I am on top
Too high up, not a
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 it, you probably don't know man, I doubt it