Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blew

(Verse 1)
Okaaay! Wanna about me?
Every song, I in 3D
Tryna alive like the Bee Gees
boy, Ric Flair, wrote this in a teepee
Never the ball, no P.T.
Started 05, I'm to go ten like my mother named Chi-Chi
me...
(It Blew) How Blew?
(Inside and outside)
Locally I'm overlooked, still with the cooks
I grew up with the crooks, 'nother in the books
Autumn giving me them looks, and 1 got 'em
You don't know how long it
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 game to get the cheese, anything for
I'm SkyBlew!

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 man? I'm

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(Verse 2)
Welcome to the age
fighting cotton mouth, Cage
Need some boy, Bobby Boucher
take sip, Jolly Ranchers in the Kool-Aid
Painter of the skies, look up, it's a new
lot of rappers suck, but you looking at the new
in to the new phrase
(It Blew) How Blew?
(Inside and outside)
Ice colder winters in Nova Scotia
I'm milly rocking the
my personality
My shoulders hitting a
my Brain a blast no
The of Hemi, ain't no faking in me
me?
Gimme what you got, everybody a spot
to be the cream of the crop, cornier than Pop
They see me online, wonder did he stop (nope)
space Diddy bop
Let it knock,

I don't rap! No, told you I 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 don't gang
but it's all Blew in my main
gotta Dreams on my campaign
as I lane change my main thang
and she ain't a Jane
Spreading Love as a gig, beanie with the blue hair, a wig
in my hand, vow to not renege
Place bid, kid
(It goes Blew) How
(Inside and outside)
They wasn't for that amount of spaghetti
I'm feeding you in a Chevy, they na na nah you petty
I'm as Akinyele, abre la boca
all
with their tongue out, Ed Edd & Eddy
This Makaveli mixed with Tribe, De La Soul is
words I scribe are abstract, is deprived
I shucking & jiving
strive or greatness, I would
Sky has like, I'm Blew!

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