Luyện nghe bài hát Gladiators

1 - B.o.B]
Okay so I'm on the
am I supposed to rhyme?
What am I supposed to do in this
Am I to flow a
What am I a now?
What am I a poster
am I supposed to smile?
What am I supposed to be the dopest MC to this down?
What if I poor as a child?
What if I didn't grow up in
I shouldn't be smoking so much my mind is over fried
But I notice how
Them same folks will smile in your
But behind your back them 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 tryna brag but you know your boys a beast
And I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat
And my will carry on till I no longer speak
My soul is also Kosher added to the I'm cheap
And I put that on my Othella so
Rest In hater

[Verse 2 - J.
A many blessings sent heaven thanking God to be alive
Flight woke me up said Mr.Cole you have arrived, welcome
In this the price of fame is steep, Lord help 'em
Keep 'em
Prayin' that the heat melt 'em
I'm headed to the top I couldn't be more
Took the role, now look I'm right outside ya peephole
That's for the holders
would I dethrone
But if you ever leave don't worry I keep your seat warm
So I'm Simba in a sense
I'm the prince, you impostor's no Mufasas, but there's for you gents
I say I'm better then you niggas don't mean no offense
But is with no tints 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 I'ma and aim
it's who shot ya man
Finally out the game
Got nothin' to
And a whole lot to gain

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