Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blew

(Verse 1)
Okaaay! Wanna know me?
Every song, I in 3D
Tryna stay alive like the Bee
nature boy, Ric Flair, 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 up with the crooks, 'nother show in the books
Autumn giving me them looks, and 1 got 'em
You don't know how it took
I be Nefelibata, creating epic sonatas
another saga, sticking to the script me a java
they sing a lot of nada, in the back of my uncle's Impala
learning to get the cheese, anything for ricotta
I'm SkyBlew!

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

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(Verse 2)
Welcome to the age
fighting cotton mouth, Luke
Need some water boy, Bobby
take another sip, Jolly Ranchers in the
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 than winters in Nova Scotia
I'm milly rocking the
my Mulder
My hitting a shimmy
my Brain a no Jimmy
The heart of Hemi, ain't no in me
me?
Gimme what you got, everybody want a
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 don't rap! No, you I Paint The Sky (Blew)
Ask around they'll 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 all Blew in my main frame
gotta maintain Dreams on my
as I lane change with my thang
and she ain't a plain
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 for that amount of spaghetti
I'm feeding you in a Chevy, they like na na nah you
I'm steady as Akinyele, abre la
all
running with tongue out, Ed Edd & Eddy
This Makaveli mixed Tribe, De La Soul is alive
words I scribe are abstract, is deprived
I ain't shucking &
strive or greatness, I advise
Sky has like, I'm Blew!

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