Luyện nghe bài hát Good Evening

Uh, look,
Evening.
Yeah,

When I party in New York the late night subway,
Goin' out Friday to comin' Monday.
From all directions find me on the one way flavor,
The just the icin' on the cupcake fuckface.
My notice these other rappers is bogus,
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
And the boy stay, kickin' dope shit.
Make my momma cuz my clothes fit.
Travel round the globe bitch, on my Lewis 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, regular life I can tell you that I'm done 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 fuck wit
Uh, you gotta wit dat.
You in with dat.
Look, uh, Mac Miller.

Takin' sips 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 window in my that I'm hidden inside.
I'm a kid who stays speakin' his thoughts, talkin' his mind,
a roller coaster but I stay along for the ride.
Put my heart up on the page and the gonna cry,
There's logic behind the way you stayin' and alive, boy.
Ain't a and I'm a topic of discussion,
Mo' fuckas want my spot so they probably I wasn't.
They a lil love like everyone does,
In reality they off that competitive drug.
And I blame em,
Cuz who above me, I'm gunnin' for ya.
Try and make my way to the top from the floor.
And I don't even to bring a single gun to war,
Cuz I be on some shit that ain't never done before.
Takin' over piece by startin' from the core,
It's only a year, I can stick around a hundred more.

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

You can me in the lab workin' overtime.
Smell the weed when you go on by, grind
I ain't just a guy.
you feelin' stressed out have an L,
Blow money, keep my decked out in Chanel.
Live fast, when I die wish me well.
Huh, I just hope servin' beer in hell.
Just an story that I'm here to tell.
So please, stick for the Epilogue,
For anyone who ever blog probably 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 and never pick a lane.
Call yourself a vet but haven't won a game.
Mad every girl got my imprinted in her brain.
Boy I'm a beast this style in bars
Find me smokin' weed where the 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 goin' in on shit.
That's me.
I mean, Q, TreeJay out there we just makin' history,
and of course.