Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

It's gotta be a knucklehead who starts controversy.
Puttin' on this make-up to take first in the 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.
delirium! When I sit back don't interfere with 'em.
Stay focused and centered, like a pyramid.
'em out, whie they disappear and quit.
In a blaze pyrotechnicality, so exquisite!
The of mischief crew, came torpedoing through.
Left a in the desert with a 4 mile radius.
maybe just part 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 hella shooting stars like astronomers!
While I'm attacking the mic, I 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.
Didn't learn them fiendish ways, make diligent.
as they last. I put it down so eloquent.
Platinum selling shit still scorch ya, but everlasting!

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 start off 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.
stars! Burning 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, they running the same. so mundane.
They start off really flashy, but 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.

You can fit with the buzz or your mind and bubbles, uh-oh it's trouble.
To his mother trying to pin a hole in the layer.
Player, you're just another in the dark.
up like the dragon slayer.
You get slain! not the slayer.
Dissolving 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 slang them through your earphones.
You're walking tightropes to engage the fearsome.
Unbalancing advancements. A lead to your last dance death.
Can I somethin'? Cause you know,
She was sayin' nothin' was like freedom of by Pete though.
He was like "That was Than you're my hero!"
The mic was on him, and he got and pale.
Talkin' about man, how I can't off the top cause we're prevailin'!
But the dope-fiend antics.
Mechanic and robotic a sentinel! Man, we unconventional!
so immaculate. Taking niggas gaffe and shit.
You couldn't panic with a gat and a clip.
Stay in a pinch you losers. You equipped!
Astro-projecting poetics. Quick fast!
Split your to smithereens.
You're in a ring of explosions engulfing your whole scene, he's a...

A star! Burning 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, they running the same. so mundane.
They start off really flashy, but soon they axed with the tomahawk slammed to the map!
Super-fly stuffer nucka trying to rap like that. Pick the microphone up, so we can scrap, uh.
stars! Burning 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, they 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 trying to rap like that. the microphone up, so we can scrap, uh.