Luyện nghe bài hát The Game Has Changed

i know, i disappeared and popped up in making chairs with a beard
and those love me probably thought that it was weird
while the haters was happy, thought my destiny was cleared
and any artist that you love have
especially when they the image that they mirrored
i got a that said "p, please get up"
some light brightly outlining my shit up
the penthouses, the homes, the cars, the
the stones, the admirers, and clones
you n-ggas dreams that are boxes full of foam
in and out of dimensions i through walls
saying you can't put me in a box, thats all
no codes and twilight stubs
don't take wrong, but i'll let you taste the blood

so fitting, the sound in my system, makes me want to them
king foot, the beast has awakened
the pro taping, my position blatant
you i was coming, choiceless, you waiting
now i look up and ask why been for satan
i hover for splendid covers
that alone makes me other, the return of the jedi
i how the brooklyn machine works
word to big and his dead eye
i to the top like the sun
i rise to the pocket a gun
i fire, drop ya body then done
they like, what happened, we him
hatred is obliverated i imagine
look at you in ya lungs, gasping
on the dancefloor, he, he michael jackson
bitches should stay home they do so much
y'all should backwards you do so much frontin'
take this sun block we got too sunning
now lets 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 hate to eat and run but this was