Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

It's always gotta be a knucklehead who controversy.
Puttin' on this make-up to first in the inquired word.
While the entrepreneurinese start fireworks.
Causin' scams. music gimmicks. That's why they're jerks!
No originality. No material.
I be hearing flows sounding so much the souls.
It's delirium! When I sit back don't with 'em.
Stay focused and centered, like a pyramid.
Peak 'em out, whie they and quit.
In a with pyrotechnicality, so exquisite!
The of mischief crew, came torpedoing through.
Left a crater in the desert with a 4 radius.
Others maybe just of the media shower.
it up for a minute, than 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!
I'm attacking the mic, I watch them all flaming.
The searing heat, the fake rappers to molecules.
Now all of these getting dynamite and they can't move or breathe.
light, eternally extinguished.
Didn't them fiendish ways, make them diligent.
as they last. I put it down so eloquent.
Platinum selling shit still ya, but we're everlasting!

stars! Burning up in flames,
When they hit the souls of mischief atmosphere 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.
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, 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 trying to rap 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 trying to pin a hole in the layer.
Player, you're another flare in the dark.
Fired up like the 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.
it like a share in the pacific exchange, but we rip it the same.
So prepare to slang things through your earphones.
You're tightropes trying to engage the fearsome.
advancements. A lead to your last dance with death.
Can I somethin'? Cause you know,
She was nothin' was like freedom of expression by Pete though.
He was like "That was freestyle? you're 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!
so immaculate. Taking niggas gaffe and shit.
You couldn't panic these a gat and a clip.
Stay in a you losers. You ain't equipped!
Astro-projecting poetics. Quick fast!
Split your to smithereens.
withering 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 it man, they running the same. It's so mundane.
They start off 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.
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 it man, they running the same. It's so mundane.
They start off really flashy, but soon they axed with the Apache slammed to the map!
Super-fly stuffer another nucka trying to rap like that. the microphone up, so we can scrap, uh.