Luyện nghe bài hát Unemployed Black Astronaut

It's the resurgence of the happy black
But now medallions are handicap placards
And alphabetized in the modernized retro
And my press photos are
My low
Why you shape me
I'm malleable fleshy
In a salad with dill dressing
In simulated urban field
thuggy
Accompanied by a bunny
Straight out of a show
She'll sever the finger of the lead singer
And stir a fresh
Of the bitch's brew with bee
But fresh though
It's home of the black
Perplexed our stretch
To suggest I'm spacy
But the nest is low
Which means I'm
To the point we travel the in wooden spaceships
On the phone cursing at the booking
I wield words and I pilfer the country with the who's who
But I like I've been sodomized with a billiard's pool cue

I am the first black
To the bare moon
From my air
Pound my beliefs into the desired
Then put them asleep in a fireplace

It's the return of the unpopular rappers
Who retreat to in the sky
Climbing up rope
And will you a silver disc soaked in laughter
Because you've been
Out of your ears soap lather
Why you deify me
I'm Buckaroo
I know what to do
I'm the guy
I touch crews Krush Groove on DVD
And I got my start doing songs CVE
But now like:
Chilling Villain Project what?
Persona non
No for the popsicle stick man
a wad of hot lava
Drip crayon on clipped glands
squander top dollar
Twists strands to enrich
But there's not a lot of
They give grands to bands
I lawns
For the ADD D&D role
And we got
So we formed a
And you me through random sightings and file sharing
And you me that songwriting's like childbearing
No not
It's
Elfin culprits watch their egos melt in pits

Oh my
Sorry I left my speech
In the of the private car
And I rewrote the ending
Fluxed the picture screen
Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the scene

It's the of the cathartic writer
And the label's who market a Lifer
I've been outsold and my old and lame
I'll spark a to the carpet fiber
Because I'm not a name
I'm a tax
I signed a with no exit clause
My label's Mrs. Santa Claus during menopause
So I'm banging on walls
Because I'm trying to make
But I hitting pop flies
I eat out anymore
I thaw out pot pies
But I used to be on the list of the top
Fresh hip-hop