Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

It's gotta be a knucklehead who starts controversy.
Puttin' on this to take first in the inquired word.
While the entrepreneurinese fools fireworks.
Causin' scams. music gimmicks. That's why they're jerks!
No originality. No material.
I be hearing flows sounding so much the souls.
delirium! When I sit back don't interfere with 'em.
Stay focused and centered, like a pyramid.
Peak 'em out, whie disappear and quit.
In a with pyrotechnicality, so exquisite!
The of mischief crew, came torpedoing through.
Left a in the desert with a 4 mile radius.
Others maybe just part of the shower.
Heat it up for a minute, dissolve in a towering inferno!
evening, you can see them.
In the of the night. Spectacular sparks of light!
Man I'm seeing hella shooting stars astronomers!
I'm attacking the mic, I watch them all flaming.
The heat, brakes the fake rappers to molecules.
Now all of these fools getting dynamite and they move or breathe.
Shining light, extinguished.
learn them fiendish ways, make them diligent.
Fragile as they last. I put it so eloquent.
Platinum selling shit still scorch ya, but 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 axed with the Apache tomahawk 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 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 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 with the buzz or your 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.
Fired up like the slayer.
You get slain! not the slayer.
Dissolving into thin air. Nowhere to be found because in here.
Take it from who dare to compare.
Sell it like a share in the exchange, but we rip it the same.
So to slang them things through your earphones.
You're tightropes trying to engage the fearsome.
Unbalancing advancements. A lead to your dance with death.
Can I hear somethin'? 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.
Talkin' about man, how I come off the top cause we're prevailin'!
But the scanner-brain antics.
Mechanic and like a sentinel! Man, we unconventional!
Coming so immaculate. niggas gaffe and shit.
You panic these with a gat and a clip.
Stay in a you losers. You ain't equipped!
Astro-projecting poetics. Quick fast!
Split asses to smithereens.
withering in a ring of explosions engulfing your whole scene, he's a...

A star! Burning 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.
They start off really flashy, but soon they 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.
Shooting stars! 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 the Apache tomahawk slammed to the map!
stuffer another nucka trying to rap like that. Pick the microphone up, so we can scrap, uh.