Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blew

(Verse 1)
Okaaay! know about me?
song, I wrote in 3D
Tryna stay alive like the Bee
nature boy, Ric Flair, wrote this in a
drop the ball, no P.T.
Started 05, I'm bout to go ten my mother named Chi-Chi
me...
(It Blew) How Blew?
(Inside and outside)
Locally I'm overlooked, still cheffing the cooks
I up with the crooks, 'nother show in the books
giving me them looks, and 1 got 'em shook
You don't know how long it
I be that Nefelibata, creating epic
saga, sticking to the script pour me a java
they sing a whole lot of nada, in the back of my Impala
game to get the cheese, anything for ricotta
I'm SkyBlew!

I don't rap! No, you I Paint The Sky (Blew)
Ask they'll 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
cotton 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 suck, but you looking at the new Blade
in to the new phrase
(It Blew) How Blew?
(Inside and outside)
Ice colder winters in Nova Scotia
I'm milly rocking the
my Mulder
My hitting a shimmy
my Brain a blast no
The heart of Hemi, ain't no in me
me?
Gimme what you got, everybody a spot
to be the of the crop, cornier than Jiffy Pop
They see me online, wonder did he stop (nope)
Outer Diddy bop
Let it knock,

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 man? I'm

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

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