Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blew

(Verse 1)
Okaaay! Wanna know me?
song, I wrote in 3D
Tryna stay like the Bee Gees
nature boy, Ric Flair, wrote this in a
drop the ball, no P.T.
Started 05, I'm bout to go ten like my mother named
me...
(It Blew) How Blew?
(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 don't know how it took
I be that Nefelibata, epic sonatas
saga, sticking to the script pour me a java
they sing a whole lot of nada, in the back of my 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)
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 some boy, Bobby Boucher
another sip, Jolly Ranchers in the Kool-Aid
Painter of the skies, look up, a new shade
lot of suck, but you looking at the new Blade
in to the new phrase
(It goes Blew) How
(Inside and outside)
Ice colder winters in Nova Scotia
I'm rocking the culture
my Mulder
My shoulders hitting a
my Brain a blast no
The heart of Hemi, no faking in me
me?
Gimme you got, everybody want a spot
to be the cream of the crop, cornier Jiffy Pop
They don't see me online, wonder did he (nope)
Outer Diddy bop
Let it knock,

I rap! No, told 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

(Verse 3)
Not a Crip, I gang bang
but it's all in my main frame
maintain Dreams on my campaign
as I lane with my main thang
and she ain't a Jane
Spreading Love as a gig, beanie with the blue hair, a wig
cards in my hand, vow to not
your 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 scribe are abstract, is deprived
I shucking & jiving
strive or greatness, I would
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 I'm Blew