Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

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

Uh, of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket
Events recent that lit a fire 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
up from the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the 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 like Tea Leaves
they glass is 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
It's all real, none of this is screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) like The Ting 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 like the tops of palms
I'm balling like the tops of
circle of influence getting bigger like the on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this as fuck
but this like my weaker
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, 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, never seen this
NahRight gotta stream this, genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm for they fingers
what they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a eating 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

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