Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

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

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is my rocket lands
got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events recent lit a fire under him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like cams
And you there in the traffic jam
from here seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye exam,
Now I'm the biggest G off in the room
still hard to see me the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't (floor), I ceiling
My mama said need me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea
they glass is half 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 nothing me CG
It's all real, of this is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing around a of PCs
I've rocked it from the shouters to the moms
try to stop going on
you'll see the back of my hand the tops of palms
I'm like the tops of pawns
circle of influence getting bigger like the on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning your Pizza Huts
Plaque collection 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this as fuck
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 - its like two of me
and of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is
West Side riding, lot of niggas 'cause
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, never seen this
NahRight gotta stream this, genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till what they throwing up is
Chilly you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding and shit
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a eating media blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing
the peppers Peter picked
things are at their easiest, Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, lights, bravos

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