Luyện nghe bài hát Metropolis

Sometimes I feel like I've drifted, I feel different I feel
I've high so long, don't need to smoke to get lifted
been under pressure looking for Nikki
Whenever she is around, you know I come
Vivid memories of Chicago, side where I go
From Reggies to the House of Blues, is the motto
Man the first show that I ever sold out was in Chicago
Yeah, yeah, living like I've ready to die
Maybe not, I don't why my mind is changing
Rearranging dangerous melody, uh
Yeah, and I that ain't nobody finna ever be ahead of me
All that competition there is dead to me
Yeah, uh, yeah, I've been the pages
the vibe, shit is outrageous
Boy, I've been feeling
This right here, I've been at it for ages
Feels like I'm running through mazes, everybody has phases
Yeah, vibe with this, bad in the whip and I ride to this
And I'm feeling it uh, when I'm forty I'm still in it
One of the few that be it uh
Yeah, motherfucker that be giving what he living
On the to success you know that I'm driven
But they didn't wanna publish it, but right now I'm on some other
I'm in a different world, I'm with a different
I'm with the team, but it's a different scheme
Remember back I couldn't even pay the bills
And I'll never forget how that feels back when I

Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, it I'm gone
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, it, inhale it I'm gone

Okay, doing what I gotta do, flying at altitude
I look out of the like goddamn, that's what I really do
Don't know why I fear the planes, I wish to sustain
If I look back on it I would do it all over
Nikki, Nikki, where you been? I can't wait to you in
Been on this way too long, I can't wait to see you again
Oh my God turbulence has got me sippin' on this liquor
Crazy racist white bitch looking at us like "Who are niggas?"
First class, on they ass, all complain when I dash
Just landed in Europe and this model bitch is tryna
Now I'm riding on the train, all this inside my brain
Just a hotel in Belgium, damn them waffles was insane
Smoking in Amsterdam, oh my God this is my jam
by Mos Def in my headphones, that's the man

I know, I that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I get high
And wonder why I never get high

Okay, fuck affiliation, I'm that that did it on his own
thoughts inside my mind, be fuckin' with me when I'm all alone
I like this girl she bad as fuck, why must I run away?
It feel like self assassination, I can't put this gun
God damn, what's the plan? Not where I am
Reminiscing when I hit the back in that mini van
Broke as fuck, not a dollar, that Chevy Impala
Praying that we make it out city, Lord willin', Insha'Allah
Up to the couple years, now my idols are my peers
I was on the road to till I decided to veer
Put my everything into this shit, you know, I you know this
Used to give a fuck what thought, hoping that they would notice
Stop giving a fuck cause gotta be the only motive
Mind racing on and off the track, I'm locomotive

I believe you don't like Tarantino
Ugh, I like him because, like, when it's non like non-Tarantino-esque, I think it's a good movie
You mean Inglourious Basterds?
I see that
What?!
I didn't, I know
Oh my God, have you seen Fiction
Yeah, but I really remember it
What you talking about? you seen uh, this is funny cause we're on the train, have you seen, fuck! What's his name. The guy from the movie, in the place on the
On the train? the scenery?
Uh, I'm remember right now, dammit, Source Code