Luyện nghe bài hát Good Evening

Uh, look,
Evening.
Yeah,

When I party in New take the late night subway,
Goin' out Friday to comin' Monday.
all directions never find me on the one way flavor,
The just the icin' on the cupcake fuckface.
My fans notice these rappers is bogus,
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
And the boy stay, kickin' incredibly shit.
Make my proud cuz my clothes fit.
round the globe bitch, on my Lewis Clark shit,
Don't matter I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I just stay on my side, where everybody 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 into these 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.

sips from the fountain of youth,
If you ain't heard the kid then 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,
Like a roller coaster but I stay for the ride.
Put my heart up on the page and the gonna cry,
There's logic behind the way you stayin' and alive, boy.
a shock and I'm a topic of discussion,
Mo' fuckas want my spot so they wish I wasn't.
give a lil love like everyone does,
In reality they off that competitive drug.
And I don't em,
Cuz those who above me, I'm for ya.
Try and make my way to the top from the floor.
And I don't even to bring a single gun to war,
Cuz I be on some shit that they ain't done before.
Takin' over by piece startin' from the core,
It's been a year, I can stick around a hundred more.

I could stick around a hundred more.
I goin nowhere.
and so much time to go,
Jerm you as well keep this one rollin'.
I got like one more verse, I spit three verses on a song in a minute
See if I can this one.
Ight

You can me in the lab workin' overtime.
Smell the weed when you go on by, grind
I ain't just a guy.
When you feelin' stressed out an L,
Blow money, keep my decked out in Chanel.
Live fast, when I die better me well.
Huh, I just they servin' beer in hell.
Just an everyday story that I'm to tell.
So please, around for the Epilogue,
For anyone who ever blog probably my name,
Hip Hop's underdog he win the game.
I'm sick of how music change, never been the same,
And these dudes who they everything and never pick a lane.
yourself a vet but haven't won a single game.
Mad girl got my name imprinted in her brain.
Boy I'm a beast match this style in
Find me smokin' weed where the things are.

Yessir.
So I mean, I had to take time,
quickly, to just go in.
I know man, I feel like you should never stop goin' in on your shit.
just me.
I mean, Q, TreeJay out there we excited just history,
and of course.