Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

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

Uh, Opus of a boy who grew into a project man
Brewster (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events recent that lit a fire him like pots and pans
and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter cams
And you down there in the jam
from here I've seen a of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
up from the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the
hard to see me like 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 Snapple Tea
they is half full so I spit into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) under my sea (C) like seaweed
C and G but bout me CG
It's all real, none of this is green
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just The Ting Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the to the soccer moms
try to stop going on
you'll see the back of my hand like the of palms
I'm balling like the tops of
circle of influence getting like the ripples on the tops of ponds
and War Headed like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Huts
collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think deep as fuck
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, rapping acid, eat up
A-Town down, is up, New York to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never this
NahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking
Brave and fly, you and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for fingers
till what throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This make MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en
a beat eating blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing
these the Peter picked
things are at easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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