Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

Uh, we going 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
Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket
recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky helicopter cams
And you down in the traffic jam
here I've seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the
still to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I
My said they need me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on like Snapple Tea Leaves
glass is half full so I spit 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 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 soccer
try to stop going on
see the back of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm like the tops of pawns
of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed the tops of bombs
niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down Pizza Huts
collection building 'cause, I don't brush 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 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 of us, rapping acid, eat this up
down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough
West riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar seen this
gotta stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till what they up is meaningless
Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding and shit
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a beat eating media
pace is getting feverish, pain is severe-ish
these the peppers Peter
things are at their easiest, Real Compton G'in it
but I'm Chicago, house lights, bravos

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