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, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets
clear that Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. rocket land
Events recent that lit a under him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky helicopter cams
And you there in the traffic 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 like the on TV
or the roof the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama they need me
'cause, I'm made from the stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they 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 bout me CG
It's all real, of this is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Ting
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing around a of PCs
I've rocked it from the shouters to the moms
try to what's going on
you'll see the back of my hand like the of palms
I'm balling like the tops of
of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Ceaser's, uh
down your Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you think this deep as fuck
but this like my weaker
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is like a to us?"
Mic is shy and blush, I is shy (Chi) and he is up
I correct, me is up - no we is up - cause its two of me
and each of us, acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
'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 fingers
till what they throwing up is
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en
a beat media blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is severe-ish
these the peppers Peter
things are at easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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