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 the icin' on the cupcake 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 I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I just stay on my side, fuck everybody at
Tell the planet "peace" cause I'm gone, I comin' back
Had the whole, regular life I can you that I'm done with that,
Try an build a mill off a couple stacks on my own
Investin' all I got into fuckin' raps,
Willlie Parker money it off and it's runnin' back.

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

Takin' sips the fountain of youth,
If you ain't about the kid then you out of the loop.
As I'm sittin' back starin' at this in my eyes,
See out the window in my room I'm hidden inside.
I'm just a kid who stays speakin' his thoughts, 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 and I'm a topic of discussion,
Mo' fuckas want my spot so probably wish I wasn't.
They give a lil like everyone does,
In reality they stoned off competitive drug.
And I blame em,
Cuz those who me, I'm gunnin' for ya.
Try and make my way to the top startin' the floor.
And I don't need to bring a single gun to war,
Cuz I be on some shit they ain't never done before.
Takin' over by piece startin' from the core,
It's only been a year, I can around a hundred more.

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

You can find me in the lab overtime.
Smell the weed you go on by, global grind
I ain't just a guy.
When you feelin' out have an L,
Blow money, keep my lady out in Chanel.
Live fast, when I die wish me well.
Huh, I just hope servin' beer in hell.
Just an everyday story that I'm to tell.
So please, around for the Epilogue,
For who ever blog probably heard my name,
Hip Hop's underdog he win the game.
I'm of hearin' how music change, never been the same,
And these who think they everything and never pick a lane.
Call yourself a vet but won a single game.
Mad girl got my name imprinted in her brain.
Boy I'm a beast this style in bars
me smokin' weed where the wild things 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 never stop in on your shit.
That's me.
I mean, Q, TreeJay out there we excited just history,
and of course.