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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with the kid with his own style
Chilling in the city, we should simmer
Coming from the Grammy's, a semi-smile
Cause we done had more fun people in the city
Let the down
Go and let the beat
is in the house
Smash your windows, I call it Steve
We ride, we
boy
I'ma go Bobby in the city
Handing out living water boy

I hit my rhythm, boy
is not your tempo, boy
I hit my rhythm, boy
This is not 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 with it, wheels spinning and I still live it
Never chill it, still winning in the field with it
Put the real in it, no it
But to Him winning, spill with it
Didn't kill with it, but to with it
You could still get it, I could still
In the field, to seal
Then in the field with us
ain't no fear in us
Really ain't no in us
You might wanna get 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 it, forget it
I'ma do what I've been called to do, not what's
Just for the
Just for the record I

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

Pull up to the meeting ripped jeans and Adidas
The new intellectual is you seeing, homie
We can go toe to toe with any
So we gotta pen game and we just balling dawg,
Explicit as ever, as ever
and clever, diss it dismiss it this is just better
Vision is
Making art
But art can't revive hearts
do this God talk
Don't need a party, my people pity your party
The I'm a part of imparts partials of pardons
Can't pick apart any part of the pick 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 never said that
We got fish to fry, know when to scale back

I hit my rhythm, boy
You can't my tempo, boy
I just hit my
And you can't help but love

Think I found it, I I found it
I,
I think I my rhythm, boy
Think I found it, I think I it
Not one does He see
When I all my burdens on Him
He them all from me