Luyện nghe bài hát Tempo

Ok, go
All the way up, way up, way up, way up
All the way up
All the way up
All the way up
All the way up, way up, way up, way up
All the way up
K to the...
All the way up
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All the way...

with the kid with his own style
Chilling in the city, we should simmer
Coming from the Grammy's, a semi-smile
Cause we had more fun serving people in the city
Let the window
Go and let the knock
Squad is in the
Smash your windows, I it Steve Jobs
We ride, we
boy
I'ma go Boucher in the city
Handing out that living boy

I hit my rhythm, boy
is not your tempo, boy
I hit my rhythm, boy
is not your tempo, boy

HGA is boy
Free, he with me
Draw a crowd, no boy
They got Drake to play it safe, I think they him
I love God, do I wanna
Gotta deal with it, wheels spinning and I live it
Never chill with it, winning in the field with it
Put the real in it, no it
But to Him winning, spill with it
kill with it, but to kill with it
You still get it, I could still feel
In the field, to seal
Then there's in the with us
ain't no fear in us
Really ain't no in us
You wanna get with us

Way up, way up, way up, way up, way up
All the way up, way up, way up, way up
I am as as my hair
Cut it or comb it, it
I'ma do what been called to do, not what's expected
Just for the
Just for the I know

I hit my rhythm, boy
This is not tempo, boy
I hit my rhythm, boy
But this is not your
This is not tempo, this is not your tempo
nobody own us, don't nobody own us
Don't nobody own us, don't own us

Pull up to the meeting with jeans and Adidas
The new is what you seeing, homie
We can go toe to toe any so-and-so
So we gotta pen game and we balling dawg, aight?
Explicit as ever, as ever
Christian and clever, diss it dismiss it this is just
is better
Making art
But high art can't hearts
do this God talk
Don't need a pity party, my pity your party
The party I'm a part of imparts of pardons
Can't apart any part of the pick don't want no part with it
I a artist, now pardon, I brought my partners in
I think I what we revealing
is over, easy
Everybody's shell
I holdin my dignity said that
We got bigger fish to fry, know when to back

I hit my rhythm, boy
You match my tempo, boy
I hit my rhythm
And you can't but fear love

Think I it, I think I found it
I,
I think I my rhythm, boy
Think I found it, I I found it
Not one blemish He see
I placed all my burdens on Him
He washed all from me