Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blew

(Verse 1)
Okaaay! know about me?
Every song, I in 3D
Tryna stay alive like the Bee
nature boy, Ric Flair, wrote in a teepee
drop the ball, no P.T.
Started 05, I'm bout to go ten like my named Chi-Chi
me...
(It goes Blew) How
(Inside and outside)
Locally I'm overlooked, cheffing with the cooks
I grew up the crooks, 'nother show in the books
Autumn giving me looks, and 1 got 'em shook
You don't how long it took
I be that Nefelibata, creating epic
another saga, sticking to the script pour me a
they sing a whole lot of nada, in the back of my Impala
game 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 tell you 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
fighting cotton mouth, Cage
some water boy, Bobby Boucher
take sip, Jolly Ranchers in the Kool-Aid
Painter of the skies, up, it's a new shade
lot of rappers suck, but you looking at the new
Tune in to the new
(It goes Blew) How
(Inside and outside)
Ice colder winters in Nova Scotia
I'm milly the culture
my personality
My hitting a shimmy
my Brain a no Jimmy
The heart of Hemi, ain't no in me
me?
Gimme what you got, everybody want a
to be the cream of the crop, cornier Jiffy Pop
They see me online, wonder did he stop (nope)
Outer Diddy bop
Let it knock,

I rap! No, told you I Paint The Sky (Blew)
Ask around they'll 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 all Blew in my main frame
gotta maintain on my campaign
as I change with my main thang
and she ain't a 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, like na na nah you petty
I'm steady as Akinyele, la boca
all
with their tongue out, Ed Edd & Eddy
This Makaveli mixed with Tribe, De La is alive
words I scribe are abstract, is deprived
I shucking & jiving
strive or greatness, I advise
Sky has like, I'm Blew!

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