Luyện nghe bài hát Good Evening

Uh, look,
Evening.
Yeah,

When I in New York take the late night subway,
Goin' out 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, incredibly dope shit.
Make my momma proud cuz my fit.
Travel round the globe bitch, on my Clark shit,
Don't matter I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I just stay on my side, fuck where at
Tell the planet "peace" cause I'm gone, I ain't back
Had the whole, life I can tell you that I'm done with that,
Try an build a off a couple stacks on my own business
Investin' all I got into these raps,
Willlie Parker money it off and it's runnin' back.

Ayo, you wit dat?
Uh, you fuck wit dat.
You in with 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 in my room that I'm hidden inside.
I'm just a kid who stays his thoughts, talkin' his mind,
Like a roller coaster but I stay for the ride.
Put my up on the page and the song gonna cry,
There's logic the way you stayin' caught and alive, boy.
Ain't a and I'm a topic of discussion,
Mo' want my spot so they probably wish I wasn't.
They give a lil love everyone does,
In reality stoned off that competitive drug.
And I don't em,
Cuz those who me, I'm gunnin' for ya.
Try and my way to the top startin' from the floor.
And I even need to bring a single gun to war,
Cuz I be on some shit they ain't never done before.
Takin' over piece by piece startin' the core,
It's only been a year, I can stick around a more.

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

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

Yessir.
So I mean, I had to take time,
quickly, to just go in.
I don't know man, I feel like you should stop goin' in on your shit.
just me.
I mean, Q, TreeJay out there we just makin' history,
and of course.