Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

Uh, we just to keep it going 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
that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket
Events recent lit a fire under him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter
And you there in the traffic jam
from here 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 to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I flow (floor), I ceiling
My said they need me
'cause, I'm made from the stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
glass is half full so I spit into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like seaweed
C and G but nothing me CG
It's all real, none of is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) like The Ting Tings
I'm feeling a Mac, standing 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 like the tops of pawns
circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the of bombs
Dominoing niggas, is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down Pizza Huts
Plaque building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth 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 '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 - its like two of me
and each of us, acid, eat this up
A-Town down, is up, New York to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas 'cause
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
seamless, WorldStar never seen this
NahRight stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they
what they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding and shit
Succotash suffering, Fricassee-en this
a beat eating media
is getting feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers Peter
are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, lights, bravos

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