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 feeling, you know?
I really do it for love, nah mean?
Uh
Charles
out to Lupe
It's all
I'm just of all the comparison

Yes I am who I say I am, I'm
I'm flying high, and the plan
So don't my hand
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 my hand
I give a damn, how you feel

1:]
you, Mr.Fiasco
Now watch me rip and asshole
When taking a shit on a
You get in this biz, if you mad slow
I'm in this bitch, cause I'm fast so,
Catch up or drop down when cat flow
I spit flames, got a mouth full of
In hell Newports, out tobacco
haze, the outcome is bad though
In hell days, Is like mountains of flow
Never ending, Never pretending, the is in me
Whoever should tempt me, is for I
That's some Morbid shit, but this way till I have to call it quits
Some days I get mad and bald my
I black out? Ask the audience
French kiss Death, playing mad
The high school out, valedictorian
The sixth man, I have to again
I may never have the ball again
Laugh at Charles, because that's some Charlie
Have a hit, call it mean
I want to shine, you want Charlie Sheen
I'm Martin Sheen, I this shit
pill to swallow, swallow this dick
I am nice, acknowledge it
Simone that's my baby, never thought of cheatin'
I smell her scent in the air, the is Puerto (Porter) Rican
I'm of speaking, Metaphorically
The that you think it, the more that the meaning, is me
No more quarter keeping, I'm to ball out
Go all out, in the lab I fall out
out my name, I won't answer
This soul cancer, makes me feel an old dancer
I can't move making 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 C-H-A-R
L-E-S, nigga keep day job
I make pods, put it in eye
it eye pods, Look into the sky
I Sun gon' forever
So as long as I'm here, you niggas need to get rhymes together
I could forever
Would rhyme for single time, niggas try to rob my leather
Cause knew I was a geek
That pop Berettas, now niggas sayin
They get chopped together, Nah
Not enough weed, for me to be cool
With you shaky mother saying, "trust me"
I just breath, just
is telepopmusik
to me
Fuck me
You not fuck with me
Cause boy here, dangerous like, the Busta beat
Cause this, is, serious, the got me delirious
I know what it is, I'm not it
It's predictable rhymin' serious, and delirious
period, so here it is.
Period. Uh
Fuck college, I fucked up in
of the Chanel bitch, I fucked up in Ithica
Excuse me? Huh? What? Give a
Nigga, what is this "fuck" I'm giving up?
I'm giving up, never am I tapping out
I'm a fighter, and what I rap about
I'm never giving up, am I tapping out
I'm a fighter, and that's what I rap

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

Hamilton

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