Luyện nghe bài hát Takeoff

In front of the mic, the limelight
A star so bright refined advancement
with the last man on the face of the earth
Who did the electric over the verse
Hands held high, the antennas
Do or die when we fly, the grimace
Yeah let's get this off you ready, Fast
Drop a load on 'em, wrong got a hold on 'em
Put the Blowed on 'em, on 'em
Roll over 'em, no control 'em, over me
Outwardly, inwardly, openly,
Happily, dastardly, and casualty
Same story flight
Where they put yo' body same same spot, same endin
car, same engine, same tension brewin
Give me the steel, the FUCK is you doin?
You enough it's not enough, act two
I'm runnin up it's not a bluff, I'm to crack you
Nonchalant, idiot no comp
Romp, the big guys, stomp all the pies
Kick the box, light these
Ladies grab babies, run for safety
I don't think it may be a, good to stand here
You have no idea of what the FUCK'S about to here
Smart bombs, J-DAMS, bring
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, probably
Taxpayers killed the mayor, and the
sayers say a prayer, see a minister
Drinks are on the house, the is on the hill
The are on FIRE, it started in the fields
inhalation, no ventilation
No fire station, no
Minus the and plaques memorial sites
become burial sites, high aerial flights
Hover over Blaine, I'm here to save the game
Fifty-two pick-up witcha
Alone the man on the track
as the dagger in my back, staggerin fowards
Fallin face flat, still at you
gettin at you, they're all laughin 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 and get back up and brawl
And make 'em the balls
Now the in my back pocket, I hear the track I rock it
Pull arm outta socket, reachin for the cockpit
shit, roll shit, control shit
Hold shit down we slow on some old shit
I'll stick the pin in your neck to earn respect
the paper in your mouth if I have to spell it out
Or write it on yo' forehead cause what I'm about
Run the route, water to the drought
When all else on the trails of love
Hate becomes judged, won't budge
Wickedness does just as does
And I'm just gettin a buzz, I'm sayin it 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 is, misery's home
Where ugly is and grown, I refuse
I defuse the but just for a moment
And like out of NOWHERE comes yo' 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 achieved
I'ma leave with a bang like how I was
There's thieves in the temple with up they sleeve
BUT NO!!! THAT!!