Luyện nghe bài hát Shooting Stars

It's always gotta be a who starts controversy.
Puttin' on this make-up to take in the inquired word.
While the entrepreneurinese start fireworks.
Causin' scams. Using music gimmicks. That's why jerks!
No originality. No material.
I be hearing flows so much like the souls.
It's delirium! When I sit back don't with 'em.
Stay and centered, energized like a pyramid.
Peak 'em out, whie they and quit.
In a with pyrotechnicality, so exquisite!
The souls of mischief crew, came through.
Left a crater in the with a 4 mile radius.
Others maybe 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 shooting like astronomers!
While I'm the mic, I watch them all flaming.
The searing heat, brakes the rappers to molecules.
Now all of these fools getting dynamite and they move or breathe.
Shining light, extinguished.
Didn't them fiendish ways, make them diligent.
Fragile as they last. I put it so eloquent.
Platinum selling shit scorch ya, but we're everlasting!

stars! Burning 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, they running the same. so mundane.
They start off really flashy, but soon they axed 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 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 with the Apache 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 your mind sizzles and bubbles, uh-oh trouble.
To his mother trying to pin a in the o-zone layer.
Player, you're another flare in the dark.
up like the dragon slayer.
You get slain! not the slayer.
Dissolving into 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 slang them through your earphones.
You're walking tightropes to engage the fearsome.
Unbalancing advancements. A to your last dance with death.
Can I somethin'? Cause you know,
She was sayin' nothin' was like freedom of 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 robotic 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. 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, running the same. It's so mundane.
They start off really flashy, but soon they axed with the Apache 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 catch it man, they 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.