Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

I that you think this song is for you
I used to for you when you do you
My life was just fine way before you
Now when you reach out I just you
'Cause this not a song (Woah)
is so long
You did me so for so long, for so long
No I never thought I could live my without you
All you ever seem to do is and make it all about you
And so I you
I doubt you even know what's on my
I I doubt you
I doubt you even know why I left you
I that I've been living
In the of stars
Where there's flying cars
A brand new home for
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 for so long, for so long
And so I you
I doubt you know what's on my mind
I I doubt you
I you even 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
Know my name around the but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and still don't get me
I talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers seem to let it go
Judging rap by race instead of the flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrated and
While they emulated, give a fuck if I'm
do it til I get it, fuck a nominated
Bitch I it
Yeah, emails from Rubin, dinner with No ID
Chilling with B-I-G K-A-N-E
Not many get to what I do by any
they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get to the music, I'm gone
Outside of this solar system I'm for paradise
Livin' the life, bitch I've a vet
all these cats on the internet
I love Hip Hop and I Hip Hop
people that love Pac hope that Drake get shot
'Cause he raps 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 droppin' this game
We all people, all
Now let me let off,
Now let me let off
Tougher than raw denim, my you can't identify
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
flows, fuck 'em up
the game, run 'em up
Yeah I sold a records but people don't give a fuck
All the people want is
Guess why Logic appeal
All the power in the world, hold that, tell me how it
on television and in magazines
Paying so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn
don't give a fuck who I am
Just a on the rise with a mic in my hand
And I am, the the Roc
The .45 that my older brother pop, shot
And I am on top
Too up, not a drop
Stop, we guap, gettin' guap
I am livin' like I got it
the flow so robotic, man who gives a fuck about it
Maryland 'til I die but I had to get the up out it
I love it and hate it, you probably don't know man, I it