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
Second
All the way...

Jiggy the kid with his own style
Chilling in the city, we simmer down
Coming the Grammy's, with a semi-smile
Cause we done had fun serving people in the city
Let the down
Go and let the knock
Squad is in the
Smash your windows, I call it Steve
We ride, we
boy
I'ma go Bobby Boucher in the
Handing out that water boy

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

HGA is boy
Free, he with me
Draw a crowd, no boy
got Drake to play it safe, I think they conned him
I God, do what I wanna
Gotta with it, wheels spinning and I still live it
Never chill with it, still in the field with it
Put the in it, no concealing it
But to Him winning, never spill it
kill with it, but to kill with it
You could still get it, I could feel
In the field, here to
Then there's in the with us
Really ain't no in us
Really ain't no in us
You might 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 free as my
Cut it or comb it, it
do what I've been called to do, not what's expected
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 tempo, this is not your tempo
Don't nobody own us, don't own us
Don't own us, don't nobody own us

Pull up to the meeting with ripped 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
Christian and clever, diss it it this is just better
is better
Making art
But high art can't hearts
I'ma do God talk
Don't need a pity party, my people pity party
The I'm a part of imparts partials of pardons
Can't pick any part of the pick don't want no part with it
I played a artist, now pardon, I my partners in
I think I know what we
is over, easy
Everybody's shell
I holdin my never 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 help but fear love

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