Luyện nghe bài hát City of Stars

I know that you think song is for you
I used to for you when you do you
My life was just fine way back you
Now when you reach out I just you
'Cause this not a love (Woah)
This is so
You did me so wrong for so long, for so
No I thought I could 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 on my mind
I said I you
I doubt you know why I left you behind
I know that been living
In the city of
Where these flying cars
A brand new home for
And even on Mars
In the city of
Where there's these cars
A brand new for everyone
And life on Mars
Cause this not a song (Woah)
is so long
You did me so wrong for so long, for so
And so I you
I doubt you even know what's on my
I I doubt you
I doubt you 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 the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they still get me
I talk about 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
rap by race instead of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrated and
While they emulated, give a fuck if I'm
I'mma do it til I get it, fuck a
I dominate it
Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin, with No ID
Chilling B-I-G D-A-D-D-Y K-A-N-E
Not many get to I do by any means
Thinking they slick as fuck like the befriending me
But get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside of this system I'm searching for paradise
the life, bitch I've been a vet
Fuck all these cats on the
I love Hip Hop and I Hip Hop
'Cause people that love Pac hope Drake get shot
'Cause he about money and bitches, for heaven's sake
Pac did the shit, just on a drum break
Now I ain't name names, I'm just droppin' this game
We all people, all
Now let me let off,
Now let me let off
Tougher than raw denim, my flow you identify
Talib said it best 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 couple but people don't give a fuck
All the people is real
Guess that's why appeal
All the in the world, hold that, tell me how it feel
on television and in magazines
Paying so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn
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 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
the flow so robotic, man who gives a fuck about it
Maryland I die but I had to get the fuck up out it
I love it and hate it, you don't know man, I doubt it