Luyện nghe bài hát Unemployed Black Astronaut

It's the resurgence of the happy rappers
But now African medallions are handicap
And we're in the modernized retro
And my press are wallet-size
My low
Why you shape me
I'm malleable fleshy
In a salad with dill dressing
In simulated urban field
thuggy
Accompanied by a sexy
Straight out of a show
She'll sever the ring finger of the lead
And stir a fresh
Of the bitch's brew with bee
But Leimert's though
It's of the black speed-reader
our blurbs stretch
To suggest 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 booking
I wield words and I pilfer the country with the who's who
But I feel like I've been sodomized with a billiard's cue

I am the first black
To walk the moon
From my air
Pound my into the desired shape
put them sound asleep in a fireplace

It's the of the unpopular dope rappers
Who retreat to in the sky
up rope ladders
And sell you a silver disc soaked in laughter
Because been brainwashed
Out of your ears soap lather
Why you deify me
I'm Buckaroo
I don't 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 who? Project what?
Persona non
No wristband for the popsicle man
He's a wad of hot
Drip crayon on clipped glands
squander top dollar
Twists strands to fans
But there's not a lot of
give grands to kitsch bands
I water
For the ADD D&D role
And we got
So we formed a
And you hear me through sightings and file sharing
And you me that songwriting's like childbearing
No not
It's
Elfin culprits watch their egos in charcoal pits

Oh my
Sorry I my acceptance speech
In the back of the car
And I the Hollywood ending
the motion picture screen
Made it so the black guy die by the opening scene

the decline of the cathartic writer
And the label's who couldn't a Lifer
I've outsold and my style's old and lame
I'll spark a lighter to the fiber
I'm not a household name
I'm a tax
I signed a deal with no clause
My label's like Mrs. Santa Claus during
So I'm on padded walls
Because I'm trying to make
But I keep hitting pop
I eat out anymore
I out chicken pot pies
But I used to be on the list of the top
hip-hop guys