Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

I know that you think this is for you
I used to for you when you do you
My was just fine way back before you
Now you reach out I just ignore you
'Cause this not a song (Woah)
This is so
You did me so wrong for so long, for so
No I never thought I could my life without you
All you ever seem to do is scream and it all about you
And so I you
I doubt you know what's on my mind
I I doubt you
I doubt you even know why I left you
I know that I've been
In the of stars
Where these flying cars
A brand new home for
And life on Mars
In the city of
Where there's these flying
A new home for everyone
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 even what's on my mind
I I doubt you
I you even know how I let you

Much to Def Jam, even though they undershipped me
Did me like did Whitney but the fans 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 talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the the outcome
How come motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
Judging rap by instead of the better flow
Who gives a who made it, I penetrated and innovated
they emulated, give a fuck if I'm hated
I'mma do it til I get it, a nominated
Bitch I it
Yeah, from Rick Rubin, dinner with No ID
Chilling with B-I-G D-A-D-D-Y
Not get to what I do by any means
Thinking they slick as fuck the finna befriending me
But let's get to the music, I'm gone
of this solar system I'm searching for paradise
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 raps money 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 droppin' 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 best back in the day, we just 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 couple records but people give a fuck
All the people is real
that's why Logic appeal
All the power in the world, hold that, tell me how it
on television and in magazines
Paying taxes so don't run out of magazines, god damn
don't 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 high up, not a
Stop, we guap, gettin' guap
I am livin' like I got it
Spit the flow so robotic, man who gives a fuck it
Maryland 'til I die but I had to get the up out it
I love it and it, you probably don't know man, I doubt it