Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

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

Uh, of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then land
recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter
And you down in the traffic 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
hard to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I flow (floor), I ceiling
My said they need me
'cause, I'm made the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit 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
all real, none of this is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just The Ting Tings
I'm feeling a Mac, standing 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 like the tops of
I'm like the tops of pawns
circle of influence bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
and War Headed like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Pizza
collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this like my weaker
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 of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is
West Side riding, lot of niggas 'cause
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, never seen this
NahRight gotta stream this, genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they
what they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and
Succotash suffering, Fricassee-en this
a eating media blitz
pace is feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers Peter
things are at their easiest, Real city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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