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 with the kid his own style
Chilling in the city, we should simmer
Coming from the Grammy's, with a
Cause we done had more fun serving 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 Boucher in the
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
Louie Free, he me
a crowd, no stencil boy
They got Drake to play it safe, I they conned him
I love God, do what I
Gotta deal with it, spinning and I still live it
Never chill with it, still winning in the field it
Put the in it, no concealing it
But to Him winning, never spill it
Didn't kill it, but to kill with it
You could 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 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 free as my
Cut it or comb it, it
I'ma do what I've been called to do, not expected
Just for the
for the record 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 your tempo, 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 what you seeing,
We can go toe to toe with any
So we pen game and we just balling dawg, aight?
as ever, vicious as ever
Christian and clever, diss it dismiss it this is just
Vision is
Making art
But high art revive hearts
I'ma do this God
Don't need a pity party, my pity your party
The party I'm a part of imparts of pardons
Can't pick apart any part of the pick don't want no part it
I played a artist, now pardon, I brought my in
I think I know we revealing
is over, easy
Everybody's shell
I holdin my dignity never that
We got fish to fry, know when to scale back

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

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