Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

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

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

Yes 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

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

1:]
you, Mr.Fiasco
Now watch me rip like and
taking a shit on a flagpole
You get rape in biz, if you mad slow
I'm Sonic in this bitch, cause I'm so,
Catch up or drop down when this cat
I spit flames, got a mouth full of
In hell Newports, out tobacco
Inhale haze, the is bad though
In hell days, Is like of cash flow
Never ending, pretending, the Devil is in me
Whoever tempt me, is asking for I
some Morbid shit, but it's this way till I have to call it quits
Some I get mad and bald my fist
I black out? Ask the audience
French kiss Death, playing mad
The high school drop out,
The sixth man, I have to score
Cause I may never the ball again
Laugh at Charles, that's some Charlie shit
Have a Marley hit, it mean
I want Charlie to shine, you want Charlie
I'm Martin Sheen, I fathered this
Tough pill to swallow, this dick
I am nice, it bitch
Simone Porter that's my baby, thought of cheatin'
I her scent in the air, the world is Puerto (Porter) Rican
I'm sort of speaking,
The that you think it, the more that the meaning, is me
No more quarter keeping, I'm trying to out
Go all out, in the lab 'till I out
out my name, I won't answer
This soul cancer, makes me feel an old dancer
I can't move without making a face, sleep,
Can't eat, without a plate,
Line down 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 yeah I'm loving that fact
A-Rod meets
L-E-S, nigga your day job
I make pods, put it in eye
Call it eye pods, into the sky
I Sun shine forever
So as long as I'm here, you niggas need to get your together
I could rhyme
Would for ever-y single time, niggas try to rob my leather
Cause they I was a geek
didn't pop Berettas, now niggas sayin
They get chopped together, Nah
Not enough weed, for me to just be
With you shaky mother saying, "trust me"
I breath, just believe
This is
to me
Fuck me
You better not fuck me
your boy here, dangerous like, the Busta beat
Cause this, is, serious, the got me delirious
I know it is, I'm not hearing it
It's predictable like rhymin' serious, and
With period, so it is.
Period. Uh
Fuck college, I fucked up in
Cause of the Chanel bitch, I fucked up in
Excuse me? Huh? What? a fuck?
Nigga, is this "fuck" that I'm giving up?
I'm never up, never am I tapping out
I'm a fighter, and that's what I rap
I'm never giving up, never am I out
I'm a fighter, and that's what I rap

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

Charles

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