Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

It's always be a knucklehead who starts controversy.
Puttin' on this make-up to first in the inquired word.
While the entrepreneurinese start fireworks.
scams. Using 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.
focused and centered, energized like a pyramid.
Peak 'em out, whie disappear and quit.
In a blaze pyrotechnicality, so exquisite!
The souls of crew, came torpedoing through.
a crater in the desert with a 4 mile radius.
Others maybe just part of the shower.
it up for a minute, than dissolve in a towering inferno!
evening, you can see them.
In the black of the night. sparks of light!
Man I'm seeing shooting stars like astronomers!
While I'm the mic, I watch them all flaming.
The searing heat, the fake rappers to molecules.
Now all of fools getting dynamite and they can't 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 shit 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 another nucka trying 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 came and went in a millisecond. If you catch it man, they 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 another nucka to rap like that. Pick the microphone up, so we can scrap, uh.

You can fit the buzz or your mind sizzles and bubbles, uh-oh it's trouble.
To his mother to pin a hole in the o-zone layer.
Player, you're just another in the dark.
up like the dragon slayer.
You get slain! not the slayer.
Dissolving into thin air. Nowhere to be found we're in here.
Take it from who dare to compare.
it like a share in the pacific exchange, but we rip it the same.
So prepare to slang them things through 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 by Pete though.
He was "That was freestyle? Than you're 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.
Mechanic and robotic a sentinel! Man, we unconventional!
so immaculate. Taking niggas gaffe and shit.
You couldn't panic these a gat and a clip.
Stay in a pinch you losers. You equipped!
poetics. Quick silver fast!
Split your to smithereens.
You're withering in a ring of explosions engulfing your scene, he's a...

A star! Burning 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 soon they axed with the Apache tomahawk to the map!
Super-fly stuffer another nucka to rap like that. Pick the microphone up, so we can scrap, uh.
stars! Burning up in flames,
When they hit the souls of mischief 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 off really flashy, but soon 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.