Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

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

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a 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 rocket
Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky helicopter cams
And you down in the traffic jam
from I've seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
up from the bottom 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 from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama they need me
'cause, I'm made the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they is half full so I spit into 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
all real, none 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 it from the shouters to the soccer moms
try to what's going on
you'll see the back of my hand like the tops of
I'm balling like the tops of
circle of influence bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed the tops of bombs
niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this as fuck
but like my weaker stuff
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause 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 riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar seen this
NahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking
Brave and fly, you and wingless
of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till what they throwing up is
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken this
a beat media blitz
pace is getting feverish, is growing severe-ish
these the peppers picked
are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, lights, bravos

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