Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

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

Turn into Superman.
It's a wonderful feeling, you
I really do it for love, nah mean?
Uh
Charles
Shout out to
It's all
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 shake my hand
I give a damn, how you feel

1:]
you, Mr.Fiasco
Now watch me rip like and
When a shit on a flagpole
You get in this biz, if you mad slow
I'm Sonic in this bitch, cause I'm 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 mountains of cash flow
ending, Never pretending, the Devil is in me
Whoever tempt me, is asking for I
That's some Morbid shit, but it's this way till I have to call it
Some days I get mad and bald my
I black out? Ask the audience
French kiss Death, mad accordion
The school drop out, valedictorian
The sixth man, I have to score
I may never have the ball again
Laugh at Charles, because some Charlie shit
Have a Marley hit, call it
I want to shine, you want Charlie Sheen
I'm Martin Sheen, I fathered this
Tough pill to swallow, this dick
I am nice, acknowledge it
Simone that's my baby, never thought of cheatin'
I her scent in the air, the world is Puerto (Porter) Rican
I'm of speaking, Metaphorically
The more that you think it, the more the meaning, is me
No quarter keeping, I'm trying to ball out
Go all out, in the lab 'till I out
Call out my name, I won't
This soul cancer, makes me like an old dancer
I can't move without making a face, sleep,
Can't eat, without a plate,
drive down the middle, man
I'm safe at the plate, take it
The umpire made a
I'm OUT
Uh...

Forgot I had at bat
Bottom of the yeah I'm loving that fact
meets C-H-A-R
L-E-S, keep your day job
I pods, put it in your eye
Call it eye pods, into the sky
I Sun gon' shine
So as long as I'm here, you niggas to get your rhymes together
I could rhyme
Would for ever-y single time, niggas try to rob my leather
they knew I was a geek
That pop Berettas, now niggas sayin
They get chopped together, Nah
Not weed, for me to just be cool
With you shaky mother saying, "trust me"
I just breath, believe
is telepopmusik
to me
Fuck me
You not fuck with me
Cause your boy here, dangerous like, the Busta
Cause this, is, serious, the 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 fucked up in
Cause of the Chanel bitch, I up in Ithica
Excuse me? Huh? What? a fuck?
Nigga, is this "fuck" that I'm giving up?
I'm never giving up, never am I out
I'm a fighter, and that's what I rap
I'm never giving up, am I tapping out
I'm a fighter, and what I rap about

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

Hamilton

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