Luyện nghe bài hát Good Evening

Uh, look,
Evening.
Yeah,

When I party in New York take the late subway,
Goin' out Friday to comin' Monday.
From all directions never me on the one way flavor,
The rhyme the icin' on the cupcake fuckface.
My fans notice other rappers is bogus,
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
And the boy stay, incredibly dope shit.
Make my momma cuz my clothes fit.
Travel round the globe bitch, on my Lewis shit,
Don't where I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I just on my side, fuck where everybody at
Tell the "peace" cause I'm gone, I ain't comin' back
Had the whole, regular life I can tell you that I'm done that,
Try an build a mill off a stacks on my own business
Investin' all I got into fuckin' raps,
Willlie Parker money 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 ain't heard about the kid you out of the loop.
As I'm sittin' back at this world in my eyes,
See out the window in my room I'm hidden inside.
I'm just a kid who stays his thoughts, talkin' his mind,
a roller coaster but I stay along for the ride.
Put my heart up on the and the song gonna cry,
There's logic behind the way you stayin' and alive, boy.
Ain't a shock and I'm a of discussion,
Mo' fuckas my spot so they probably wish I wasn't.
They give a lil love like does,
In reality they off that 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 even need to bring a single gun to war,
Cuz I be on some shit that they ain't never before.
Takin' over piece by piece startin' 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 keep this one rollin'.
I got like one more verse, I haven't spit verses on a song in a minute
See if I can remember one.
look

You can me in the lab workin' overtime.
Smell the weed when you go on by, global
I ain't just a guy.
When you feelin' stressed out an L,
Blow money, my lady decked out in Chanel.
Live fast, when I die better me well.
Huh, I just they 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 underdog he wanna win the game.
I'm sick of how music change, never been the same,
And these who think they everything and never pick a lane.
Call yourself a vet but haven't won a game.
Mad girl got my name imprinted in her brain.
Boy I'm a beast match style in bars
Find me smokin' where the wild things are.

Yessir.
So I mean, I had to take time,
real quickly, to 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 we excited just makin' history,
and of course.