Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blew

(Verse 1)
Okaaay! know about me?
song, I wrote in 3D
Tryna stay like 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 named
me...
(It Blew) How Blew?
(Inside and outside)
Locally I'm overlooked, still cheffing with the
I grew up the crooks, 'nother show in the books
Autumn 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 script me a java
sing a whole 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 they'll you bout a boy named (blew)
Blue shoes, backpack, we about to make
who are you man? I'm

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(Verse 2)
Welcome to the age
cotton mouth, Luke Cage
Need some water boy, Boucher
take sip, Jolly Ranchers in the Kool-Aid
Painter of the skies, look up, 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 rocking the culture
my personality
My shoulders a shimmy
my Brain a blast no
The heart of Hemi, no faking in me
me?
Gimme what you got, everybody want a
to be the cream of the crop, than Jiffy Pop
They see me online, wonder did he stop (nope)
space 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)
Blue shoes, backpack, we about to moves...
who are you I'm Blew

(Verse 3)
Not a Crip, I don't bang
but it's all Blew in my main
gotta maintain on my campaign
as I lane change my main thang
and she ain't a Jane
Spreading Love as a gig, beanie 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 wasn't ready for that amount of
I'm feeding you in a Chevy, like na na nah you petty
I'm steady as Akinyele, abre la
all
running with tongue out, Ed Edd & Eddy
This Makaveli mixed with Tribe, De La Soul is
words I scribe are abstract, world is
I ain't shucking &
strive or greatness, I advise
Sky has like, I'm Blew!

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