Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blew

(Verse 1)
Okaaay! Wanna know me?
song, I wrote in 3D
Tryna stay alive the Bee Gees
boy, Ric Flair, wrote this in a teepee
Never the ball, no P.T.
Started 05, I'm bout to go ten like my mother Chi-Chi
me...
(It goes Blew) How
(Inside and outside)
Locally I'm overlooked, still cheffing with the
I grew up the crooks, 'nother show in the books
Autumn giving me them looks, and 1 got 'em
You don't how long it took
I be that Nefelibata, epic sonatas
another saga, sticking to the script pour me a
they sing a lot of nada, in the back of my uncle's 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)
Blue shoes, backpack, we about to make
who are you man? I'm

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da ba dee da ba daa

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

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

(Verse 3)
Not a Crip, I don't bang
but all Blew in my main frame
gotta Dreams on my campaign
as I lane change my main thang
and she a plain Jane
Love as a gig, beanie with the blue hair, ain't a wig
cards in my hand, vow to not
Place bid, kid
(It Blew) How Blew?
(Inside and outside)
They wasn't ready for amount 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 Makaveli mixed with Tribe, De La Soul is
I scribe are abstract, world is deprived
I shucking & jiving
or greatness, I would advise
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)
shoes, backpack, we about to make moves...
who are you I'm Blew