Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

It's gotta be a knucklehead who starts controversy.
Puttin' on this make-up to first in the inquired word.
the entrepreneurinese fools start fireworks.
Causin' scams. music gimmicks. That's why they're jerks!
No originality. No material.
I be hearing flows 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, torpedoing through.
a crater in the desert with a 4 mile radius.
Others maybe part of the media shower.
Heat it up for a minute, than dissolve in a inferno!
evening, you can see them.
In the of the night. Spectacular sparks of light!
Man I'm seeing hella shooting stars astronomers!
While I'm attacking the mic, I them all flaming.
The searing heat, brakes the fake to molecules.
Now all of these fools getting dynamite and can't move or breathe.
light, eternally extinguished.
Didn't learn them fiendish ways, 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,
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 running the same. so mundane.
They start off really flashy, but soon they 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 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 Apache tomahawk to the map!
Super-fly another nucka trying to rap like 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 trying to pin a in the o-zone layer.
Player, you're just flare 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.
it like a share in the pacific exchange, but we rip it the same.
So prepare to slang them through your earphones.
You're 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 expression by though.
He was like "That was freestyle? Than my hero!"
The mic was on him, and he got and pale.
Talkin' about man, how I can't come off the top cause 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.
Stay in a pinch you losers. You equipped!
Astro-projecting poetics. Quick 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,
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 they axed with the Apache tomahawk to the map!
Super-fly another 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 didn't 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.