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 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, kickin' dope shit.
Make my momma cuz my clothes fit.
Travel round the bitch, on my Lewis Clark shit,
matter where I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I just stay on my side, fuck where at
the planet "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 couple on my own business
Investin' all I got into these 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.

Takin' sips from the of youth,
If you ain't heard about the kid you out of the loop.
As I'm sittin' back starin' at 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 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 caught 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 reality stoned 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 from the floor.
And I don't even need to bring a gun to war,
Cuz I be on some shit that they never done before.
Takin' over piece by piece from the core,
It's only a year, I can stick around a hundred more.

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

You can find me in the lab overtime.
Smell the weed when you go on by, grind
I ain't just a guy.
When you stressed out have an L,
Blow money, my lady decked out in Chanel.
Live fast, 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 of hearin' how music change, never been the same,
And these who think they everything and never pick a lane.
Call yourself a vet but won a single game.
Mad every girl got my name in her brain.
Boy I'm a beast match this style in
me smokin' weed 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 stop goin' in on your shit.
just me.
I mean, Q, TreeJay out there we just makin' history,
and of course.