Luyện nghe bài hát The Game Has Changed

i know, i and popped up in paris making chairs with a beard
and those that love me thought that it was weird
the haters was happy, they thought my destiny was cleared
and any artist you love have veered
when they hated the image that they mirrored
i got a text said "p, please get up"
some light shining outlining my shit up
the penthouses, the homes, the cars, the
the stones, the admirers, mini-me's and
selling you dreams that are boxes full of foam
in and out of dimensions i walk walls
just saying you can't put me in a box, all
no davinci codes and stubs
don't take wrong, but i'll let you taste the blood

so fitting, the sound in my system, makes me to squish them
kong foot, the beast has awakened
the pro tools taping, my position
you i was coming, choiceless, you waiting
now i look up and ask why you've for satan
i hover for splendid covers
that alone makes me other, the return of the jedi
i study how the brooklyn works
thats word to big and his eye
i to the top like the sun
i rise to the pocket a gun
i fire, drop ya then it's done
like, what happened, we trapped him
hatred is when i imagine
at you drowning in ya lungs, gasping
blood on the dancefloor, he, he jackson
bitches should home they do so much cummin'
should stand backwards you do so much frontin'
take this sun block we got too sunning
now examine what you thinking, running
run too hard, you tear ya meniscus
and if you try to run up you only get ya wig
and htis campaign that we is viscious
i to eat and run but this was delicious