Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

Yo
Sometimes I swear... I'm for this
Heh
when I get in the booth, I just...

Turn Superman. Dig?
It's a wonderful feeling, you
Cause I really do it for love, nah
Uh
Hamilton
Shout out to
It's all
I'm just sick of all the

Yes I am who I say I am, I'm
I'm high, and that's the plan
So don't shake my
I don't a damn, how you feel

Cause I am who I say I am, I'm
I'm high, and that's the plan
So don't shake my
I give a damn, how you feel

1:]
you, Mr.Fiasco
Now me rip like and asshole
When taking a shit on a
You get rape in biz, if you mad slow
I'm Sonic in this bitch, I'm fast so,
Catch up or drop down when cat flow
I flames, got a mouth full of Tabasco
In hell Newports, out come
haze, the outcome is bad though
In hell days, Is mountains of cash flow
ending, Never pretending, the Devil is in me
Whoever should tempt me, is for I
That's some Morbid shit, but it's this way till I to call it quits
days I get mad and bald my fist
Should I black Ask the audience
kiss Death, playing mad accordion
The high school drop out,
The sixth man, I have to again
Cause I may have the ball again
Laugh at Charles, because that's some shit
Have a Marley hit, call it
I want Charlie to shine, you want Sheen
I'm Martin Sheen, I fathered this
Tough pill to swallow, swallow dick
I am nice, it bitch
Simone Porter my baby, never thought of cheatin'
I smell her in the air, the world is Puerto (Porter) Rican
I'm sort of speaking,
The more you think it, the more that the meaning, is me
No quarter keeping, I'm trying to ball out
Go all out, in the lab I fall out
Call out my name, I won't
This soul cancer, me feel like an old dancer
I can't move without a face, can't sleep,
Can't eat, breaking a plate,
Line drive the middle, man
I'm at the plate, take it away
The made a mistake
I'm OUT
Uh...

Forgot I had at bat
Bottom of the ninth yeah I'm loving that
A-Rod meets
L-E-S, nigga keep day job
I make pods, put it in eye
Call it eye pods, Look the sky
I Sun gon' forever
So as long as I'm here, you need to get your rhymes together
I could rhyme
Would rhyme for ever-y single time, niggas try to rob my
they knew I was a geek
That pop Berettas, now niggas sayin
wanna get chopped together, Nah
Not weed, for me to just be cool
With you shaky mother saying, "trust me"
I just breath, believe
This is
to me
Fuck me
You better not with me
Cause your boy here, like, the Busta beat
this, is, serious, the industry got me delirious
I know what it is, I'm not it
It's predictable rhymin' serious, and delirious
With period, so it is.
Period. Uh
Fuck college, I up in Ithica
of the Chanel bitch, I fucked up in Ithica
Excuse me? What? Give a fuck?
Nigga, what is "fuck" that I'm giving up?
I'm giving up, never am I tapping out
I'm a fighter, and that's I rap about
I'm never up, never am I tapping out
I'm a fighter, and that's what I rap

Charles
But for right now, you can call me
I'm in the
One

Charles

But for right now can call me Super Man, I'm in the booth
One.