Luyện nghe bài hát Good Evening

Uh, look,
Evening.
Yeah,

When I in New York take the late night subway,
Goin' out Friday to comin' Monday.
From all directions find me on the one way flavor,
The rhyme just the icin' on the fuckface.
My fans these other rappers is bogus,
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
And the boy stay, incredibly dope shit.
my momma proud cuz my clothes fit.
Travel the globe bitch, on my Lewis Clark shit,
Don't where I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I stay on my side, fuck where everybody at
Tell the planet "peace" I'm gone, I ain't comin' back
Had the whole, regular life I can you that I'm done with that,
Try an build a mill off a couple on my own business
Investin' all I got these fuckin' raps,
Willlie Parker money hand it off and runnin' back.

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

Takin' from the fountain of youth,
If you ain't heard the kid then you out of the loop.
As I'm back starin' at this world in my eyes,
See out the window in my room that I'm inside.
I'm just a kid who stays speakin' his thoughts, his mind,
Like a roller 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 want my so they probably wish I wasn't.
They give a lil love everyone does,
In they stoned off that competitive drug.
And I don't em,
Cuz who above me, I'm gunnin' for ya.
Try and make my way to the top startin' 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 piece startin' the core,
It's been a year, I can stick around a hundred more.

Said I stick around a hundred more.
I ain't nowhere.
Young and so much to go,
Jerm you might as keep this one rollin'.
I got like one more verse, I spit three verses on a song 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 just a local guy.
When you feelin' stressed out an L,
money, keep my lady decked out in Chanel.
Live fast, when I die better me well.
Huh, I just hope they 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 underdog he win the game.
I'm of hearin' how music change, never been the same,
And these dudes who they everything and never pick a lane.
Call a vet but haven't won a single game.
Mad girl got my name 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 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 we excited just makin' history,
and of course.