Luyện nghe bài hát Gladiators

1 - B.o.B]
Okay so I'm on the
What am I to rhyme?
What am I supposed to do in booth?
Am I to flow a
am I a spokesman now?
What am I a poster
What am I to smile?
What am I supposed to be the dopest MC to hold this
What if I poor as a child?
What if I grow up in doubt?
I shouldn't be smoking so much my mind is over fried
But still I how
same folks will smile in your face
But behind your back same folk will frown
But that's enough about them, talk me
Yes it's B to the O, I B to the O and to the B
I owe it to the
And I ain't tryna brag but you know boys a beast
And yeah I eat cause my groceries on this beat
And my song will carry on till I no speak
My soul is also Kosher added to the I'm cheap
And I put on my grandma Othella so
In Peace hater

[Verse 2 - J.
A many blessings sent from thanking God to be alive
Flight attendant me up said Mr.Cole you have arrived, welcome
In game the price of fame is steep, Lord help 'em
'em sane
Prayin' that the heat won't 'em
I'm headed to the top I couldn't be welcome
Took the lead role, now I'm right outside ya peephole
That's for the crown
Never I dethrone
But if you ever leave home worry I keep your seat warm
So I'm Simba in a sense
I'm the prince, you impostor's no Mufasas, but Oscars for you gents
When I say I'm better then you niggas don't mean no
But is clear with no man just check the fingerprints
see we not the same
I got a shit list with of names
And plus hit list with of rappers cock and aim
Then it's who ya man
Finally figured out the
Got to lose
And a whole lot to gain

- J. Cole]
Bwoy. Yeah, nigga. Uh, J. Cole nigga. Yeah. B.o.B
Uh, A.T.L. uh. N.C. bwoy. Grand Hustle nigga. Roc nigga.