Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blew

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

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

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(Verse 2)
Welcome to the age
fighting mouth, Luke Cage
Need some boy, Bobby Boucher
take sip, Jolly Ranchers in the Kool-Aid
of the skies, look up, it's a new shade
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 shoulders 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 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 tell you bout a boy named (blew)
Blue shoes, backpack, we 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
gotta maintain on my campaign
as I lane with 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 ready for that amount of spaghetti
I'm you in a Chevy, they like na na nah you petty
I'm as Akinyele, abre la boca
all
running their tongue out, Ed Edd & Eddy
This Makaveli mixed Tribe, De La Soul is alive
I scribe are abstract, world is deprived
I shucking & jiving
or greatness, I would 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 I'm Blew