Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

I that you think this song is for you
I to long for you when you do you
My life was just 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 without you
All you ever seem to do is scream and make it all you
And so I you
I doubt you even know on my mind
I said I you
I doubt you even know why I you behind
I know that I've living
In the city of
Where these flying cars
A brand new home for
And even life on
In the of stars
Where there's flying cars
A new home for everyone
And life on Mars
this 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 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 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 about my race on the whole album
But vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't to let it go
Judging rap by race instead of the flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrated and
While emulated, give a fuck if I'm hated
I'mma do it til I get it, a nominated
I dominate it
Yeah, from Rick Rubin, dinner with No ID
Chilling B-I-G D-A-D-D-Y K-A-N-E
Not many get to what I do by any
Thinking slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get to the music, I'm gone
Outside of this system I'm searching for paradise
Livin' the life, I've been a vet
Fuck all cats on the internet
I Hip Hop and I hate Hip Hop
'Cause people that love Pac hope that get shot
'Cause he about money and bitches, for heaven's sake
Pac did the same shit, on a drum break
Now I ain't wanna name names, I'm just droppin' this
We all people, all
Now let me let off,
Now let me let off
Tougher raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib 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 don't a fuck
All the people is real
Guess that's why appeal
All the in the world, hold that, tell me how it feel
Racism on and in magazines
Paying so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn
Country give a fuck 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 know man, I doubt it