Luyện nghe bài hát N.E.R.D.

Too many best rappers, not best rhymes tho
Guess I'm delusional, used to it all the time so
Maybe I'm jaded, out of touch and unrelated
Unable to connect greatness based on the who makes it
Or maybe I just it
And that would me hater
Maybe it is great but that don't it's greater
Having your profile doesn't make you a raiser
Being ambiguous with assertions, isn't you safer
What you mean
us up, paddling us on the back
Like we steamboat you, of the frat
You goin' sling toast, like you
And you Doc Holliday's
goin' tolerate and too sick to let that thing go
It's just a matter of
Ashes to ashes, scattered from the urns
To start a fire shaky to gather them from the
And reassemble these ashes, the is something firm
Then moving blackness backwards in the bread of other shit
Any we spreadin' wheat seeds from a bucket shit
had a farm and he lovin' it
Rolls Royce of the scented against the arms of the government
Artist robbed for their publishing
By dirty Jewish execs that his alms from the covenant
I'll retire when I'm tired, that's a Firestone
Easy to say when nobody's there, a microphone check
They wanna hear I'm gon' say before the microphone check
Make me sign an NDA before the test
Let you face type of faith, institutional opposition
Then with all due respect, you are not my
Nah