Luyện nghe bài hát Good Evening

Uh, look,
Evening.
Yeah,

When I party in New York the late night subway,
out Friday to comin' home Monday.
From all directions find me on the one way flavor,
The rhyme just the on the cupcake fuckface.
My notice these other rappers is bogus,
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
And the boy stay, kickin' incredibly shit.
Make my momma proud cuz my fit.
Travel round the globe bitch, on my Lewis shit,
Don't where I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I just stay on my side, fuck where at
Tell the planet "peace" I'm gone, I ain't comin' back
Had the whole, regular I can tell you that I'm done with that,
Try an build a mill off a stacks on my own business
Investin' all I got these fuckin' raps,
Willlie Parker money hand it off and it's back.

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

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

I could stick around a hundred more.
I ain't nowhere.
and so much time to go,
Jerm you might as keep this one rollin'.
I got like one more verse, I haven't three verses on a song in a minute
See if I can this one.
Ight

You can find me in the lab overtime.
the weed when you go on by, global grind
I just a local guy.
When you feelin' stressed out an L,
money, keep my lady decked out in Chanel.
Live fast, I die better wish me well.
Huh, I just they servin' beer in hell.
Just an everyday story that I'm to tell.
So please, stick for the Epilogue,
For who ever blog probably heard my name,
Hip Hop's he wanna win the game.
I'm sick of how music change, never been the same,
And these dudes who think everything and never pick a lane.
Call yourself a vet but haven't won a game.
Mad every girl got my imprinted in her brain.
Boy I'm a beast this style in bars
Find me weed where the wild things are.

Yessir.
So I mean, I had to take time,
real quickly, to go in.
I don't man, I feel like you should never stop goin' in on your shit.
just me.
I mean, Q, TreeJay out there we excited makin' history,
and of course.