Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

It's gotta be a knucklehead who starts controversy.
Puttin' on this make-up to take in the inquired word.
the entrepreneurinese fools start fireworks.
Causin' scams. Using music gimmicks. That's why jerks!
No originality. No material.
I be hearing flows sounding so like the souls.
It's delirium! I sit back don't interfere with 'em.
Stay focused and centered, energized a pyramid.
'em out, whie they disappear and quit.
In a blaze pyrotechnicality, so exquisite!
The of mischief crew, came torpedoing through.
Left a crater in the with a 4 mile radius.
Others maybe just of the media 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 hella stars like astronomers!
While I'm the mic, I watch them all flaming.
The heat, brakes the fake rappers to molecules.
Now all of these fools getting and they can't move or breathe.
Shining light, extinguished.
learn them fiendish ways, make them diligent.
Fragile as last. I put it down so eloquent.
selling shit still scorch ya, but we're everlasting!

Shooting stars! up in flames,
When they hit the souls of mischief atmosphere fame.
See they came and in a millisecond. If you didn't catch it man, they running 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. Pick the up, so we can scrap, uh.
Shooting stars! up in flames,
When they hit the souls of atmosphere chasing fame.
See they and went in a millisecond. If you didn't catch it man, they running the same. It's so mundane.
They start off really flashy, but soon they axed 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.

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

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