Luyện nghe bài hát Good Evening

Uh, look,
Evening.
Yeah,

When I party in New take the late night subway,
out Friday to comin' home Monday.
From all directions find me on the one way flavor,
The rhyme the icin' on the cupcake fuckface.
My fans notice these 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 matter I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I just 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 a mill off a couple stacks on my own business
all I got into these fuckin' raps,
Willlie money hand it off and it's runnin' back.

Ayo, you wit dat?
Uh, you gotta wit dat.
You in with dat.
Look, uh, Mac Miller.

sips from 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 that I'm inside.
I'm just a kid who stays speakin' his thoughts, his mind,
Like a roller coaster but I stay for the ride.
Put my heart up on the and the song gonna cry,
logic behind the way you stayin' caught and alive, boy.
Ain't a and I'm a topic of discussion,
Mo' fuckas want my so they probably wish I wasn't.
They give a lil love everyone does,
In reality stoned off that competitive drug.
And I blame em,
Cuz those who above me, I'm for ya.
Try and make my way to the top from 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' piece by piece startin' from the core,
It's only been a year, I can around a hundred more.

Said I could stick a hundred more.
I ain't nowhere.
and so much time to go,
Jerm you might as keep this one rollin'.
I got like one more verse, I haven't three verses on a song in a minute
See if I can remember one.
look

You can find me in the lab overtime.
the weed when you go on by, global grind
I ain't a local guy.
When you feelin' 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 everyday story I'm here to tell.
So please, stick for the Epilogue,
For anyone who blog probably heard my name,
Hip Hop's he wanna win the game.
I'm sick of hearin' how music change, been the same,
And these dudes who think they and never pick a lane.
Call a vet but haven't won a single game.
Mad every got my name imprinted in her brain.
Boy I'm a beast match this style in
Find me smokin' weed where the wild 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 stop goin' in on your shit.
just me.
I mean, Q, TreeJay out we excited just makin' history,
and of course.