Luyện nghe bài hát Gifted

Verse ( West)

Hey eh
I'm for running my mouth
I not be accountable for what comes out uh
I know I might of said it
I was kinda gone and
My kinda fresh, bright red-ed
And as usual my pants tight
It seem like everybody dress now
And I just my credit
get it twisted or dreaded
I am the and will not be-headed
To the mall no soon brethren
Being broke my head hurt
So I the bread or an Excedrin
That'll get my engine revvin'
y'all on ten, I'm on eleven
I'mma make the news, be on at
fact, I'm on this very second
I'm in first and in second
And this verse add to the freshness
Call to the club, tell 'em add to the guest
What you think? Way bitches?
I can never be to big for my
Y'all mutha fuckas know who is
I'm gifted, Christmas...
Christmas

(Lykke Li and Santogold)

I'm armed with
And I got my
Whatever comes, I'll write it
So me out
And shoot me
mics in hand
We'll stand against the test of

(Santogold)

You don't my mind
Like I said a times
I try to stay
what I'm fighting for
I you to your talk
Never my kind before
And you're all so headed
Follow and I I led it
of me won't me quit
Won't let me just not say
So much there to be with
be still, I can't afford it
Try to hold it in but it makes me
So I spit it out, say the hell it
I it and I build it tall
Make a way for it falls

(Lykke Li and Santogold)

I'm with pens
And I got my
Whatever comes, I'll it down
So me out
And me down
mics in hand
We'll stand the test of time

I'm armed with
And I got my
Whatever comes, I'll write it
So me out
And shoot me
With in hand
We'll against the test of time