Luyện nghe bài hát The Game Has Changed

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

so fitting, the sound in my system, makes me to squish them
kong foot, the beast has awakened
the pro tools taping, my blatant
you knew i was coming, choiceless, you
now i look up and ask why you've for satan
i shall hover for splendid
that alone makes me other, plus the return of the
i study how the machine 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 body then done
they like, happened, we trapped him
is obliverated when i imagine
look at you in ya lungs, gasping
on the dancefloor, he, he michael jackson
bitches should stay home do so much cummin'
y'all should backwards you do so much frontin'
take this sun we got too much sunning
now examine what you thinking, running
run too hard, you might ya meniscus
and if you try to run up you only get ya wig
and htis campaign that we is viscious
i hate to eat and run but this was