Luyện nghe bài hát Good Evening

Uh, look,
Evening.
Yeah,

When I party in New York take the night subway,
Goin' out to comin' home Monday.
From all directions never 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 cuz my clothes fit.
Travel round the bitch, on my Lewis Clark shit,
matter where I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I just stay on my side, fuck everybody at
Tell the "peace" cause I'm gone, I ain't comin' back
Had the whole, regular I can tell you that I'm done with that,
Try an a mill off a couple stacks on my own business
Investin' all I got into fuckin' raps,
Parker money hand it off and it's runnin' back.

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

Takin' sips from the of youth,
If you ain't heard about the kid you out of the loop.
As I'm back starin' at this world in my eyes,
See out the window in my that I'm hidden inside.
I'm just a kid who stays his thoughts, talkin' his mind,
Like a roller 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.
a shock and I'm a topic of discussion,
Mo' want my spot so they probably wish I wasn't.
They give a lil like everyone does,
In reality they stoned off that drug.
And I blame em,
Cuz those who above me, I'm for ya.
Try and make my way to the top from the floor.
And I don't even need to bring a gun to war,
Cuz I be on some that they ain't never done before.
Takin' over piece by piece from the core,
only been a year, I can stick around a hundred more.

Said I stick around a hundred more.
I goin nowhere.
Young and so much to go,
Jerm you might as well keep one rollin'.
I got one more verse, I haven't spit three verses on a song in a minute
See if I can remember one.
Ight

You can find me in the lab overtime.
Smell the weed you go on by, global grind
I ain't a local guy.
When you feelin' stressed out 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 story that I'm here to tell.
So please, stick for the Epilogue,
For anyone who ever probably heard my name,
Hip underdog he wanna win the game.
I'm of hearin' how music change, never been the same,
And these dudes who think they everything and pick a lane.
Call a vet but haven't won a single game.
Mad girl got my name 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 this time,
quickly, to just 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 excited makin' history,
and of course.