Luyện nghe bài hát Unemployed Black Astronaut

It's the of the happy black rappers
But now African are handicap placards
And alphabetized in the modernized retro
And my press photos are
My low
Why you shape me
I'm malleable putty
In a salad bowl with dressing
In simulated field testing
thuggy
Accompanied by a bunny
Straight out of a burlesque
She'll sever the ring finger of the singer
And stir a bowl
Of the brew with bee stingers
But fresh though
It's of the black speed-reader
our blurbs stretch
To that I'm spacy
But the bird is low
Which means I'm
To the point we the country in wooden spaceships
On the phone cursing at the agents
I wield words and I pilfer the with the underground's who's who
But I feel like I've been sodomized with a billiard's cue

I am the first astronaut
To walk the moon
my air balloon
Pound my beliefs into the shape
Then put sound asleep in a fireplace

It's the return of the unpopular dope
Who to holes in the sky
up rope ladders
And will sell you a silver disc in laughter
you've been brainwashed
Out of your ears leaks lather
Why don't you me
I'm Bonsai
I know what to do
I'm the guy
I touch like Krush Groove on DVD
And I got my start doing songs CVE
But now you're
Chilling Villain who? Project
non grata
No for the popsicle stick man
a wad of hot lava
Drip crayon on your clipped
squander top dollar
Twists to enrich fans
But not a lot of offers
They give grands to kitsch
I lawns
For the ADD D&D players
And we got
So we a commonwealth
And you me through random sightings and file sharing
And you tell me that songwriting's like
No not
It's
culprits watch their egos melt in charcoal pits

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

It's the of the cathartic writer
And the who couldn't market a Lifer
I've been outsold and my style's old and
spark a lighter to the carpet fiber
Because I'm not a household
I'm a tax
I signed a with no exit clause
My label's like Mrs. Santa Claus menopause
So I'm on padded walls
Because I'm trying to make
But I keep pop flies
I eat out anymore
I thaw out pot pies
But I used to be on the of the top five
Fresh hip-hop