Luyện nghe bài hát Say Somethin'

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

Uh, of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then land
recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter
And you down in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the G off in the room
still to see me like the truth on TV
or the from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama said need me
'cause, I'm from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like
C and G but bout me CG
It's all real, of this is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) like The Ting Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the shouters to the soccer
try to stop what's on
see the back of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm balling like the tops of

circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of
Short-footed and War like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is 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 like my 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 of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New to East Coast is tough
Side riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar seen this
NahRight gotta this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till what they up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Fricassee-en this
a eating media blitz
pace is feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers picked
are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

Yeah, I'm playing... Internet, check!