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 into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket
got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events recent that lit a under 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 bunch of shit like avid wrestling fans
up from the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the
still hard to see me like the on TV
or the from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My said they need me
'cause, I'm made from the best on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) seaweed
C and G but nothing me CG
It's all real, none of is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Tings
I'm like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the shouters to the soccer
try to stop going on
you'll see the back of my hand like the of palms
I'm balling like the of pawns
of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the tops of
niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might this deep 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 - cause its two of me
and each of us, rapping acid, eat up
down, peace 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 stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they
till what throwing up is meaningless
Chilly you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a beat eating blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing
these the peppers picked
things are at their easiest, Real city G'in it
but I'm Chicago, house lights, bravos

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