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 never find me on the one way flavor,
The rhyme just the on the cupcake fuckface.
My fans notice 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 I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I stay on my side, fuck where everybody at
Tell the planet "peace" cause I'm gone, I ain't back
Had the whole, regular life I can tell you I'm done with that,
Try an build a mill off a stacks on my own business
Investin' all I got into these 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 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 room I'm hidden inside.
I'm just a kid who stays speakin' his thoughts, his mind,
Like a roller coaster but I 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 shock and I'm a of discussion,
Mo' want my spot so they probably wish I wasn't.
They a lil love like everyone does,
In reality stoned off that competitive drug.
And I blame em,
Cuz who above 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 shit that they ain't never done before.
Takin' over piece by piece startin' the core,
It's only been a year, I can stick a hundred more.

Said I could stick 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 on a song in a minute
See if I can remember one.
look

You can me in the lab workin' overtime.
Smell the weed you go on by, global grind
I just a local guy.
you feelin' stressed out have an L,
Blow money, my lady decked out in Chanel.
Live fast, when I die wish me well.
Huh, I just they servin' beer in hell.
an everyday 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 everything and never 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 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 goin' in on your shit.
just me.
I mean, Q, TreeJay out there we excited just history,
and of course.