Luyện nghe bài hát Good Evening

Uh, look,
Evening.
Yeah,

When I party in New York take the night subway,
out Friday to comin' home Monday.
From all directions never me on the one way flavor,
The rhyme the icin' on the cupcake fuckface.
My fans these other rappers is bogus,
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
And the boy stay, kickin' dope shit.
Make my momma proud cuz my fit.
Travel round the globe bitch, on my Clark shit,
Don't matter where I live, cause I can you where my heart is.
I just stay on my side, fuck where at
Tell the planet "peace" cause I'm gone, I comin' back
Had the whole, regular life I can tell you that I'm with that,
Try an a mill off a couple stacks on my own business
Investin' all I got these fuckin' raps,
Willlie Parker money hand it off and runnin' back.

Ayo, you fuck wit
Uh, you gotta 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' back starin' at this in my eyes,
See out the window in my room that I'm inside.
I'm just a kid who speakin' his thoughts, talkin' 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 the way you stayin' caught and alive, boy.
Ain't a shock and I'm a of discussion,
Mo' fuckas want my spot so they wish I wasn't.
They give a lil love like does,
In reality stoned off that competitive drug.
And I don't 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 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 from the core,
It's only a year, I can stick around a hundred more.

Said I could around a hundred more.
I goin nowhere.
and so much time 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 this one.
look

You can find me in the lab overtime.
Smell the when 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, I die better 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 probably heard my name,
Hip Hop's underdog he win the game.
I'm sick of hearin' how music change, never the same,
And these who think they everything 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 this style in bars
Find me weed where the wild things are.

Yessir.
So I mean, I had to this time,
quickly, to just go in.
I don't know man, I feel you should never stop goin' in on your shit.
just me.
I mean, Q, out there we excited just makin' history,
and of course.