Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

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

Shooting stars! up in flames,
When hit the souls of mischief atmosphere 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 start off really flashy, but soon they axed 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 hit the souls 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.
start off really flashy, but soon 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.

You can fit with the buzz or your mind sizzles and bubbles, uh-oh trouble.
To his mother trying to pin a hole in the layer.
Player, you're just another in the dark.
Fired up the dragon slayer.
You get slain! not the slayer.
Dissolving into thin air. to be found because we're in here.
it from rappers who dare to compare.
Sell it a share in the pacific exchange, but we rip it the same.
So prepare to slang them things through earphones.
walking tightropes trying to engage the fearsome.
Unbalancing advancements. A lead to your dance with death.
Can I hear 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 dope-fiend antics.
and robotic like a sentinel! Man, we unconventional!
Coming so immaculate. Taking niggas and shit.
You panic these with a gat and a clip.
Stay in a you losers. You ain't equipped!
Astro-projecting poetics. silver fast!
Split asses to smithereens.
You're withering in a ring of explosions engulfing your scene, he's a...

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