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 into a man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket
Events recent that lit a fire under him pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter
And you down there in the jam
here I've seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm the biggest G off in the room
hard to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't (floor), I ceiling
My mama said they me
'cause, I'm from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit into like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) seaweed
C and G but bout me CG
It's all real, none of this is screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) like The Ting Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it the shouters to the soccer moms
try to stop going on
you'll see the of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm balling like the tops of
circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of
Short-footed and War Headed the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Huts
Plaque building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you think this deep as fuck
but like my weaker stuff
they ask "Is this his '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
down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, never seen this
NahRight gotta this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm for they fingers
what they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? didn't make MTV's list
fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Fricassee-en this
a eating media blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is severe-ish
these the peppers Peter
things are at their easiest, Real city G'in it
but I'm Chicago, house lights, bravos

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