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 just the icin' on the cupcake fuckface.
My fans notice these other is bogus,
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
And the boy stay, kickin' incredibly shit.
Make my momma cuz my clothes fit.
Travel the globe bitch, on my Lewis Clark shit,
Don't matter where I live, 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 comin' back
Had the whole, life I can tell you that I'm done with that,
Try an build a mill off a couple stacks on my own
Investin' all I got these fuckin' raps,
Willlie Parker money hand it off and runnin' back.

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

Takin' sips from the of youth,
If you ain't heard the kid then you out of the loop.
As I'm sittin' back starin' at world in my eyes,
See out the in my room that 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 logic the way you stayin' caught and alive, boy.
a shock and I'm a topic of discussion,
Mo' fuckas my spot so they probably wish I wasn't.
They give a lil love everyone does,
In reality they off that competitive drug.
And I don't em,
Cuz those who me, I'm gunnin' 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 shit that they ain't never before.
over piece by piece startin' from the core,
It's only been a year, I can stick around a more.

I could stick around a hundred more.
I ain't nowhere.
Young and so time to go,
Jerm you as well keep 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 me in the lab workin' overtime.
Smell the weed when you go on by, grind
I ain't a local guy.
you feelin' stressed out have an L,
Blow money, keep my lady out in Chanel.
fast, when I die better wish me well.
Huh, I just they servin' beer in hell.
Just an story that I'm here to tell.
So please, around for the Epilogue,
For who ever blog probably heard my name,
Hip underdog he wanna win the game.
I'm sick of hearin' how change, never been the same,
And these who think they everything and never pick a lane.
yourself a vet but haven't won a single game.
Mad girl got my name imprinted in her brain.
Boy I'm a beast match style in bars
Find me smokin' weed where the things are.

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