Luyện nghe bài hát Say Somethin'

Uh, we just going to keep it and going
until I feel completed and happy about it. You

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his damn
clear that Project Runway, this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. rocket land
Events recent that lit a under him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter
And you down there in the jam
from here I've seen a bunch of fake shit avid wrestling fans
Came up from the of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm the biggest G off in the room
still hard to see me the truth on TV
or the roof the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama said they me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit into them like
no G, now you can see me
but letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like seaweed
C and G but bout me CG
It's all real, none of this is green
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Ting
I'm feeling like a Mac, around a bunch of PCs
rocked it from the shouters to the soccer moms
try to stop what's on
you'll see the back of my hand the tops of palms
I'm balling like the of pawns

circle of influence getting bigger the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Pizza
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as
but this my weaker stuff
they ask "Is this his day-to-day this is like a week to us?"
Mic is shy and blush, I is shy (Chi) and he is up
I correct, me is up - no we is up - cause its two of me
and each of us, acid, eat this up
down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar seen this
NahRight stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you and wingless
of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till what throwing up is meaningless
Chilly you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Fricassee-en this
a beat media blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is severe-ish
these the peppers picked
things are at their easiest, Real Compton city it
but I'm from Chicago, lights, bravos

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