Luyện nghe bài hát Unemployed Black Astronaut

It's the resurgence of the black rappers
But now African medallions are placards
And we're 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 testing
thuggy
Accompanied by a sexy
out of a burlesque 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 home of the black
our blurbs stretch
To that I'm spacy
But the bird is low
Which I'm commonplace
To the point we travel the in wooden spaceships
On the cursing at the booking agents
I words and I pilfer the country with the underground's who's who
But I feel like I've been sodomized with a billiard's cue

I am the black astronaut
To the bare moon
From my air
Pound my beliefs into the shape
Then put them sound in a fireplace

It's the return of the unpopular dope
Who retreat to in the sky
Climbing up rope
And will sell you a disc soaked in laughter
Because been brainwashed
Out of your ears leaks soap
Why don't you me
I'm Bonsai
I don't know to do
I'm the guy
I touch crews Krush Groove on DVD
And I got my start doing with CVE
But now like:
Chilling who? Project what?
Persona non
No wristband for the popsicle man
He's a wad of hot
crayon on your clipped glands
Won't squander top
Twists to enrich fans
But not a lot of offers
They give to kitsch bands
I water
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 charcoal

Oh my
Sorry I left my acceptance
In the of the private car
And I rewrote the Hollywood
Fluxed the motion screen
Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the opening

the decline of the cathartic writer
And the label's who couldn't a Lifer
I've been and my style's old and lame
I'll spark a lighter to the carpet
Because I'm not a name
I'm a tax
I a deal 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 hitting pop
I don't eat out
I thaw out pot pies
But I used to be on the of the top five
hip-hop guys