Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blew

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

I don't rap! No, 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

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(Verse 2)
Welcome to the age
fighting cotton mouth, Luke
some water boy, Bobby Boucher
take sip, Jolly Ranchers in the Kool-Aid
Painter of the skies, look up, a new shade
lot of rappers suck, but you looking at the new
Tune in to the new
(It goes Blew) How
(Inside and outside)
Ice colder than winters in Nova
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, than Jiffy Pop
They 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 they'll tell you bout a boy (blew)
Blue shoes, backpack, we to make moves...
who are you I'm Blew

(Verse 3)
Not a Crip, I don't gang
but it's all Blew in my main
maintain Dreams on my campaign
as I lane change with my main
and she a plain 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 Blew) How Blew?
(Inside and outside)
They wasn't ready for that amount of
I'm feeding you in a Chevy, like na na nah you petty
I'm as Akinyele, abre la boca
all
running with their tongue out, Ed Edd &
Makaveli mixed with Tribe, De La Soul is alive
words I scribe are abstract, world is
I ain't shucking &
strive or greatness, I would
Sky has like, I'm Blew!

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