Luyện nghe bài hát Takeoff

In front of the mic, the limelight
A so bright shines refined advancement
Dance with the man on the face of the earth
Who did the sl-i-i-ide over the verse
Hands held high, connect the
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 over 'em, over me
Outwardly, inwardly, openly,
Happily, dastardly, and casualty
Same same flight
they put yo' body same strip same spot, same endin
Same car, same engine, tension brewin
Give me the steel, what the FUCK is you
You done it's not enough, act two
I'm runnin up it's not a bluff, I'm to crack you
Nonchalant, idiot savant no
Romp, with the big guys, all the pies
Kick the box, these M-80's
Ladies grab your babies, run for
I don't think it may be a, good idea to here
You have no idea of the FUCK'S about to land here
Smart bombs, J-DAMS, bring
Hold up, god damn, it's just a
red carpet and you walk by me wobbly
Obviously, oblivious, snobby
Heat to the Mojave, heat to the
Beat, to the rhymin, each, probably
Taxpayers the mayor, and the senator
Rhyme say a prayer, see a minister
Drinks are on the house, the house is on the
The hills are on FIRE, it started in the
Smoke inhalation, no
No station, no assimilation
Minus the and plaques memorial sites
become burial sites, high aerial flights
over David Blaine, I'm here to save the game
Fifty-two witcha brain
Alone lies the man on the
as the dagger in my back, staggerin fowards
Fallin flat, still spittin at you
Still gettin at you, they're all at you
My gift of all was the ability to fall
Get back up and fall, get back up and
Get back up and fall and crawl and get up and brawl
And make 'em lick the
Now the dagger's in my back pocket, I the track I rock it
your arm outta socket, reachin for the cockpit
Rock shit, shit, control shit
Hold shit down 'til we on some old shit
I'll the pin in your neck just to earn respect
Stuff the paper in your if I have to spell it out
Or write it on yo' forehead that's what I'm about
Run the route, water to the drought
When all else fails on the trails of
becomes judged, happiness won't 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 marks embedded
But God's hands, grip tight, and forget it
The in your heart is, misery's home
Where ugly is bred and grown, I
I defuse the but just for a moment
And like out of NOWHERE yo' worst opponent
The ones on it, the last to leave
All my, trash is treasure, that's how perceived
At the end of my spin when the heights
I'ma leave with a bang how I was conceived
thieves in the temple with tricks up they sleeve
BUT NO!!! THAT!!