Luyện nghe bài hát Unemployed Black Astronaut

It's the resurgence of the black rappers
But now African are handicap placards
And we're alphabetized in the retro
And my photos are wallet-size
My low
Why you shape me
I'm malleable fleshy
In a salad bowl with dressing
In simulated urban testing
thuggy
Accompanied by a bunny
Straight out of a burlesque
She'll the ring finger of the lead singer
And a fresh bowl
Of the brew with bee stingers
But Leimert's fresh
home of the black speed-reader
Perplexed our stretch
To suggest I'm spacy
But the nest is low
means I'm commonplace
To the point we travel the in wooden spaceships
On the phone cursing at the booking
I wield words and I pilfer the country the underground's who's who
But I feel like I've been with a billiard's pool cue

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

It's the return of the unpopular rappers
Who retreat to in the sky
Climbing up ladders
And will you a silver disc soaked in laughter
Because you've been
Out of your leaks soap lather
Why don't you me
I'm Buckaroo
I know what to do
I'm the guy
I touch crews Krush Groove on DVD
And I got my doing songs with CVE
But now you're
Chilling Villain who? Project
Persona non
No wristband for the popsicle man
a wad of hot lava
Drip crayon on your clipped
squander top dollar
Twists strands to enrich
But not a lot of offers
give grands to kitsch bands
I water
For the ADD D&D players
And we got
So we a commonwealth
And you hear me through random sightings and file
And you tell me that like childbearing
No not
self-indulgence
Elfin culprits watch their egos melt in charcoal

Oh my
Sorry I my acceptance speech
In the back of the car
And I the Hollywood ending
Fluxed the picture screen
Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the opening

the decline of the cathartic writer
And the who couldn't market a Lifer
been outsold and my style's old and lame
I'll spark a lighter to the fiber
Because I'm not a household
I'm a tax
I signed a deal no exit clause
My label's like Mrs. Santa during menopause
So I'm banging on padded
Because I'm trying to make
But I hitting pop flies
I don't eat out
I thaw out chicken pot
But I used to be on the list of the top
Fresh guys