Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

It's always gotta be a who starts controversy.
Puttin' on this to take 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 sounding so like the souls.
It's delirium! When I sit back don't interfere 'em.
Stay focused and centered, like a pyramid.
Peak 'em out, whie disappear and quit.
In a with pyrotechnicality, so exquisite!
The souls of mischief crew, torpedoing through.
Left a crater in the desert a 4 mile radius.
Others maybe just part of the shower.
Heat it up for a minute, than dissolve in a inferno!
evening, you can see them.
In the black of the night. sparks of light!
Man I'm hella shooting stars like astronomers!
I'm attacking the mic, I watch them all flaming.
The searing heat, brakes the rappers to molecules.
Now all of these fools getting dynamite and can't move or breathe.
Shining light, extinguished.
Didn't learn them ways, make them diligent.
Fragile as last. I put it down so eloquent.
Platinum selling still scorch ya, but we're everlasting!

stars! Burning up in flames,
When they hit the souls of atmosphere chasing fame.
See came 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 soon they axed 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,
they hit the souls of mischief atmosphere chasing fame.
See came 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!
Super-fly stuffer another nucka trying to rap that. Pick the microphone up, so we can scrap, uh.

You can fit with the buzz or your mind sizzles and bubbles, it's trouble.
To his trying to pin a hole in the o-zone layer.
Player, you're another flare in the dark.
Fired up the dragon slayer.
You get slain! not the slayer.
into thin air. Nowhere to be found because 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 them things through your earphones.
walking tightropes trying to engage the fearsome.
Unbalancing advancements. A lead to your dance with death.
Can I hear somethin'? you know,
She was sayin' nothin' was like freedom of expression by 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 come off the top we're prevailin'!
But the scanner-brain antics.
Mechanic and like a sentinel! Man, we unconventional!
so immaculate. Taking niggas gaffe 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 your whole scene, he's a...

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