Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blew

(Verse 1)
Okaaay! Wanna about me?
song, I wrote in 3D
Tryna stay like the Bee Gees
nature boy, Ric Flair, wrote in a teepee
Never the ball, no P.T.
Started 05, I'm bout to go ten my mother named Chi-Chi
me...
(It Blew) How Blew?
(Inside and outside)
Locally I'm overlooked, still with the cooks
I grew up the crooks, 'nother show in the books
Autumn me them 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 uncle's
learning 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 moves
who are you I'm Blew

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(Verse 2)
Welcome to the age
fighting mouth, Luke Cage
some water boy, Bobby Boucher
take another sip, Ranchers in the Kool-Aid
Painter of the skies, look up, it's a new
lot of suck, but you looking 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 personality
My shoulders a shimmy
my Brain a no Jimmy
The of Hemi, ain't no faking in me
me?
Gimme you got, everybody want a spot
to be the cream of the crop, cornier Jiffy Pop
They don't see me online, did he stop (nope)
space Diddy bop
Let it knock,

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

(Verse 3)
Not a Crip, I don't gang
but it's all Blew in my main
maintain Dreams on my campaign
as I lane change my main thang
and she ain't a plain
Spreading Love as a gig, beanie 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 that amount of
I'm you in a Chevy, they like na na nah you petty
I'm steady as Akinyele, abre la
all
running 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 would
Sky has like, I'm Blew!

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