Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

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

Uh, of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. rocket land
Events that lit a fire under him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter
And you there in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a bunch of fake shit like 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 from the sidewalk, I flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama said need me
'cause, I'm from the best stuff 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) like
C and G but nothing me CG
It's all real, none of this is green
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, around a bunch of PCs
I've it from the shouters to the soccer moms
try to stop going on
you'll see the back of my hand like the 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 like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Ceaser's, uh
burning down Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this like my stuff
they ask "Is 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 - 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 'cause
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen
NahRight stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they
till what they up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This make MTV's list
fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Fricassee-en this
a eating media blitz
pace is feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers picked
are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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