Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

It's always gotta be a who starts controversy.
Puttin' on this to take first in the inquired word.
While the entrepreneurinese fools fireworks.
Causin' scams. Using music gimmicks. That's why jerks!
No originality. No material.
I be flows sounding so much like the souls.
It's delirium! I sit back don't interfere with 'em.
Stay and centered, energized like a pyramid.
'em out, whie they disappear and quit.
In a blaze pyrotechnicality, so exquisite!
The souls of mischief crew, came through.
a crater in the desert with a 4 mile radius.
Others maybe just part of the shower.
Heat it up for a minute, dissolve in a towering inferno!
evening, you can see them.
In the black of the night. Spectacular of light!
Man I'm seeing shooting stars like astronomers!
I'm attacking the mic, I watch them all flaming.
The searing heat, brakes the rappers to molecules.
Now all of these fools getting dynamite and they move or breathe.
Shining light, extinguished.
Didn't learn them fiendish ways, make diligent.
Fragile as last. I put it down so eloquent.
Platinum selling still scorch ya, but we're everlasting!

Shooting stars! up in flames,
When they hit the souls of atmosphere chasing fame.
See came and went in a millisecond. If you didn't catch it man, they running the same. It's so mundane.
start off really flashy, but soon they axed with the Apache tomahawk slammed to the map!
Super-fly stuffer another nucka trying to rap that. Pick the microphone up, so we can scrap, uh.
Shooting stars! up in flames,
When they hit the souls of mischief chasing fame.
See they came and went in a millisecond. If you didn't catch it man, they the same. It's so mundane.
They start off really flashy, but they axed with the Apache tomahawk slammed to the map!
Super-fly stuffer another nucka trying to rap like that. the microphone up, so we can scrap, uh.

You can fit with the buzz or your mind sizzles and bubbles, it's trouble.
To his trying to pin a hole in the o-zone layer.
Player, you're just another in the dark.
Fired up the dragon slayer.
You get slain! not the slayer.
Dissolving into thin air. Nowhere to be found we're in here.
it from rappers who dare to compare.
Sell it like a in the pacific exchange, but we rip it the same.
So prepare to slang things through your earphones.
You're tightropes trying to engage the fearsome.
advancements. A lead to your last dance with death.
Can I somethin'? Cause you know,
She was sayin' nothin' was like freedom of by Pete though.
He was like "That was freestyle? Than my hero!"
The mic was on him, and he got and pale.
Talkin' man, how I can't come off the top cause we're prevailin'!
But the scanner-brain antics.
and robotic like a sentinel! Man, we unconventional!
Coming so immaculate. Taking gaffe and shit.
You panic these with a gat and a clip.
Stay in a pinch you losers. You equipped!
Astro-projecting poetics. silver fast!
your asses to smithereens.
You're withering in a ring of explosions engulfing whole scene, he's a...

A star! Burning up in flames,
they hit the souls of mischief atmosphere chasing fame.
See they came and went in a millisecond. If you didn't catch it man, they the same. It's so mundane.
They start off really flashy, but soon axed with the Apache tomahawk slammed to the map!
Super-fly stuffer another nucka trying to rap that. Pick the microphone up, so we can scrap, uh.
Shooting stars! up in flames,
When they hit the souls of mischief chasing fame.
See they came and went in a millisecond. If you didn't catch it man, running the same. It's so mundane.
They off really flashy, but soon they axed with the Apache tomahawk slammed to the map!
Super-fly stuffer nucka trying to rap like that. Pick the microphone up, so we can scrap, uh.