Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

J:]
motherfucker!
Stay there.

[Chris
I just wanna thank and foremost all the fans
For me from day one.
My label,God, sisters, family members.
everybody I see it

I drove all the way Detroit
Back seat of weapons
If I'd got pulled they'd be dead in seconds
a hitch, I arrive on the 405
The Center
is the grammys...live
Don't got no
But I here to scream and applaud
I've come to kill Chris Brown and shock this crowd
Fuck 'em dead in his
Blow his out of his tux
He beat the hell out his
And still on his nuts
The fuckin message is sending
Must a bloody endin
Posing at but he ain't safe from just pretendin
Mars on stage, cameras live TV
That forgive him but still
gotta die to me
Big companies, executives VIPs watchin
Probably up his head hookers
Big applaulin
But the ground below don't approve
And so he flex he had his chance on top he up
room for the next
He up to applaud the show put on by Lady Gaga
Blew a cyanide dart into his like "gotcha"!
He fell back dead, stuck smilin, eyes as the night went
They thought he was just dazed from all the excitment
BUT I HIM!

J]
What If I him?
[Shaggy 2
A piggy has to have
it can fly