Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blew

(Verse 1)
Okaaay! know about me?
song, I wrote in 3D
Tryna stay alive like the Bee
boy, Ric Flair, wrote this in a teepee
Never the ball, no P.T.
Started 05, I'm bout to go ten like my named Chi-Chi
me...
(It Blew) How Blew?
(Inside and outside)
Locally I'm overlooked, still cheffing the cooks
I grew up the crooks, 'nother show in the books
Autumn giving me looks, and 1 got 'em shook
You don't how long it took
I be that Nefelibata, creating sonatas
another saga, sticking to the pour me a java
they sing a whole lot of nada, in the back of my uncle's
learning game to get the cheese, for ricotta
I'm SkyBlew!

I rap! No, told you I Paint The Sky (Blew)
Ask around tell you bout a boy named (blew)
shoes, backpack, we about to make moves
who are you I'm Blew

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(Verse 2)
Welcome to the age
fighting mouth, Luke Cage
Need water boy, Bobby Boucher
take another sip, Ranchers in the Kool-Aid
Painter of the skies, look up, it's a new
lot of rappers suck, but you looking at the new
in to the new phrase
(It goes Blew) How
(Inside and outside)
Ice colder than in Nova Scotia
I'm milly the culture
my Mulder
My shoulders hitting a
my Brain a no Jimmy
The of Hemi, ain't no faking in me
me?
Gimme what you got, want a spot
to be the cream of the crop, cornier Jiffy Pop
don't see me online, wonder did he stop (nope)
Outer space bop
Let it knock,

I rap! No, told you I Paint The Sky (Blew)
Ask around tell you bout a boy named (blew)
Blue shoes, backpack, we about to moves...
who are you I'm Blew

(Verse 3)
Not a Crip, I gang bang
but it's all Blew in my frame
maintain Dreams on my campaign
as I lane change with my thang
and she a plain Jane
Spreading Love as a gig, beanie with the hair, ain't a wig
cards in my hand, vow to not
Place bid, kid
(It goes Blew) How
(Inside and outside)
wasn't ready for that amount of spaghetti
I'm feeding you in a Chevy, they na na nah you petty
I'm steady as Akinyele, la boca
all
running with their tongue out, Ed Edd &
This Makaveli with Tribe, De La Soul is alive
words I are abstract, world is deprived
I ain't shucking &
strive or greatness, I advise
Sky has like, I'm Blew!

I don't rap! No, told you I The Sky (Blew)
Ask around they'll you bout a boy named (blew)
shoes, backpack, we about to make moves...
who are you I'm Blew