Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

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

Uh, Opus of a boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his in his sockets damn
that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. rocket land
recent that 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
here I've 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 like the on TV
or the roof the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My said they need me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half 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 is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Ting
I'm feeling like a Mac, around 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 the tops of palms
I'm like the tops of pawns
circle of influence getting bigger the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the of bombs
Dominoing niggas, is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
down your Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth
yeah, is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but like my weaker stuff
ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause 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 each of us, acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is
West Side riding, lot of salty 'cause
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen
NahRight gotta stream this, genius
and fly, you backboneless and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they
till what they up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken this
a eating media blitz
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 Chicago, house lights, bravos

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