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 never find me on the one way flavor,
The rhyme just the icin' on the fuckface.
My fans notice these other is bogus,
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
And the boy stay, kickin' dope shit.
Make my momma proud cuz my fit.
round the globe bitch, on my Lewis Clark shit,
Don't where I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I just stay on my side, fuck everybody at
Tell the planet "peace" I'm gone, I ain't comin' 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 these fuckin' raps,
Willlie money hand it off and it's runnin' back.

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

sips 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 speakin' his thoughts, talkin' his mind,
Like a roller but I stay along for the ride.
Put my heart up on the page and the song cry,
There's behind the way you stayin' caught and alive, boy.
a shock and I'm a topic of discussion,
Mo' fuckas want my spot so probably wish I wasn't.
give a lil love like 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 don't need to bring a single gun to war,
Cuz I be on some shit that they ain't done before.
Takin' over piece by startin' from the core,
It's only been a year, I can around a hundred more.

Said I stick around a hundred more.
I goin nowhere.
Young and so time to go,
Jerm you might as well this one rollin'.
I got one more verse, I haven't spit three verses on a song 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 feelin' stressed out an L,
Blow money, keep my lady out in Chanel.
Live fast, I die better wish me well.
Huh, I just hope servin' beer in hell.
an everyday story that I'm here 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 hearin' how music change, never the same,
And these dudes who they everything and never pick a lane.
Call yourself a vet but won a single game.
Mad every got my name imprinted in her brain.
Boy I'm a beast match this style in
Find me smokin' 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, out there we excited just makin' history,
and of course.