Luyện nghe bài hát Takeoff

In of the mic, behind the limelight
A star so shines refined advancement
Dance with the man on the face of the earth
Who did the sl-i-i-ide over the verse
held high, connect the antennas
Do or die we fly, face the grimace
Yeah let's get off you ready, Fast Eddie
a load on 'em, wrong folks got a hold on 'em
Put the Blowed on 'em, on 'em
Roll over 'em, no control over 'em, me
Outwardly, inwardly, openly,
Happily, dastardly, and casualty
Same story same
Where put yo' body same strip same spot, same endin
car, same engine, same tension brewin
Give me the steel, the FUCK is you doin?
You done enough not enough, act two
I'm runnin up it's not a bluff, I'm to crack you
Nonchalant, savant no comp
Romp, the big guys, stomp all the pies
Kick the box, light these
Ladies your babies, run for safety
I don't think it may be a, idea to stand here
You have no idea of what the FUCK'S to land here
bombs, J-DAMS, bring mayhem
Hold up, god damn, just a party
Dirty red carpet and you by me wobbly
Obviously, oblivious, frontin
to the Mojave, heat to the robbery
Beat, to the rhymin, each, brother
Taxpayers the mayor, and the senator
sayers say a prayer, see a minister
Drinks are on the house, the is on the hill
The hills are on FIRE, it in the fields
Smoke inhalation, no
No fire station, no
Minus the heroes and plaques memorial
become sites, from high aerial flights
Hover over David Blaine, I'm to save the game
Fifty-two pick-up witcha
Alone lies the man on the
Lonely as the dagger in my back, staggerin
Fallin face flat, spittin at you
Still gettin at you, they're all at you
My greatest of all was the ability to fall
Get up and fall, get back up and fall
Get back up and and crawl and get back up and brawl
And 'em lick the balls
Now the dagger's in my pocket, I hear the track I rock it
Pull your arm outta socket, reachin for the
shit, roll shit, control shit
Hold shit down we slow on some old shit
I'll the pin in your neck just to earn respect
Stuff the paper in your mouth if I have to it out
Or write it on yo' forehead cause that's I'm about
Run the route, water to the drought
all else fails on the trails of love
Hate becomes judged, happiness budge
Wickedness does as wickedness does
And I'm just a buzz, I'm sayin it just because I can
Just I am a man
With the, hand that fit it and the teeth marks
But God's hands, grip tight, and don't it
The evil in your heart is, misery's
ugly is bred and grown, I refuse
I defuse the but just for a moment
And like out of NOWHERE comes yo' worst
The first ones on it, the last to
All my, trash is treasure, how it's perceived
At the end of my spin the heights achieved
I'ma leave with a bang like how I was
There's thieves in the temple tricks up they sleeve
BUT NO!!! THAT!!