Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

It's always be a knucklehead who starts controversy.
Puttin' on make-up to take first in the inquired word.
While the entrepreneurinese fools fireworks.
Causin' scams. Using music gimmicks. why they're jerks!
No originality. No material.
I be hearing flows sounding so like the souls.
It's delirium! When I sit back 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 mischief crew, came through.
Left a in the desert with a 4 mile radius.
Others just part of the media shower.
Heat it up for a minute, than dissolve in a inferno!
evening, you can see them.
In the black of the night. Spectacular of light!
Man I'm seeing hella stars like astronomers!
While I'm attacking the mic, I them all flaming.
The searing heat, the fake rappers to molecules.
Now all of these fools getting dynamite and can't move or breathe.
Shining light, extinguished.
learn them fiendish 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 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 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.
Shooting stars! up in flames,
When they hit the souls of mischief atmosphere 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 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.

You can fit with the buzz or mind sizzles and bubbles, uh-oh it's trouble.
To his mother trying to pin a in the o-zone layer.
Player, just another flare 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.
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.
Unbalancing advancements. A lead to your last 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.
Talkin' about man, how I can't come off the top cause prevailin'!
But the scanner-brain antics.
and robotic 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. silver fast!
Split your to smithereens.
You're withering in a ring of engulfing your whole scene, he's a...

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