Luyện nghe bài hát Good Evening

Uh, look,
Evening.
Yeah,

When I party in New York the late night subway,
Goin' out Friday to home Monday.
all directions never find me on the one way flavor,
The rhyme just the icin' on the fuckface.
My fans these other rappers is bogus,
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
And the boy stay, incredibly dope shit.
Make my proud cuz my clothes fit.
Travel the globe bitch, on my Lewis Clark shit,
Don't matter where I live, cause I can tell you my heart is.
I just on my side, fuck where everybody at
the planet "peace" cause I'm gone, I ain't comin' back
Had the whole, regular life I can tell you that I'm done that,
Try an build a mill off a couple on my own business
all I got into these fuckin' raps,
Willlie Parker money hand it off and it's back.

Ayo, you wit dat?
Uh, you gotta wit dat.
You in love dat.
Look, uh, Mac Miller.

Takin' from the fountain of youth,
If you heard about the kid then you out of the loop.
As I'm sittin' starin' at this world in my eyes,
See out the in my room that I'm hidden inside.
I'm just a kid who stays speakin' his thoughts, his mind,
Like a roller coaster but I along for the ride.
Put my heart up on the page and the song cry,
There's logic behind the way you caught and alive, boy.
Ain't a shock and I'm a of discussion,
Mo' fuckas want my spot so probably wish I wasn't.
They give a lil love everyone does,
In they stoned off that competitive drug.
And I blame em,
Cuz who above me, I'm gunnin' for ya.
Try and my way to the top startin' from the floor.
And I don't even to bring a single gun to war,
Cuz I be on some shit that they ain't done before.
Takin' over by piece startin' from the core,
It's only been a year, I can stick around a more.

Said I stick around a hundred more.
I goin nowhere.
Young and so much to go,
you might as well keep this one rollin'.
I got like one more verse, I spit three verses on a song in a minute
See if I can this one.
look

You can me in the lab workin' overtime.
Smell the weed when you go on by, global
I just a local guy.
When you feelin' out have an L,
Blow money, my lady decked out in Chanel.
Live fast, when I die wish me well.
Huh, I just hope they beer in hell.
Just an everyday that I'm here to tell.
So please, around for the Epilogue,
For anyone who ever blog heard my name,
Hip Hop's underdog he win the game.
I'm sick of hearin' how music change, been the same,
And these dudes who think they everything and never a lane.
yourself a vet but haven't won a single game.
Mad every got my name imprinted in her brain.
Boy I'm a beast match this in bars
Find me smokin' weed where the things are.

Yessir.
So I mean, I had to take time,
real quickly, to go in.
I know man, I feel like you should never stop goin' in on your shit.
just me.
I mean, Q, TreeJay out there we just makin' history,
and of course.