Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

Yo
Sometimes I swear... I'm for this
Heh
Cause 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
all love
I'm sick of all the comparison

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

Cause I am who I say I am, I'm
I'm flying high, and the plan
So shake my hand
I don't 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 this cat
I spit flames, got a mouth of Tabasco
In hell Newports, out come
Inhale haze, the is bad though
In days, Is like mountains of cash flow
ending, Never 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 days I get mad and bald my
Should I black out? Ask the
French Death, playing mad accordion
The high drop out, valedictorian
The sixth man, I have to score
Cause I may never have the again
Laugh at Charles, that's some Charlie shit
Have a Marley hit, call it
I want Charlie to shine, you Charlie Sheen
I'm Martin Sheen, I fathered shit
pill to swallow, swallow this dick
I am nice, it bitch
Simone Porter that's my baby, never thought of
I smell her scent in the air, the 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 I fall out
out my name, I won't answer
This soul cancer, makes me feel an old dancer
I move without making a face, can't sleep,
eat, without breaking a plate,
Line drive the middle, man
I'm safe at the plate, take it
The made a mistake
I'm OUT
Uh...

Forgot I had at bat
Bottom of the ninth yeah I'm that fact
meets C-H-A-R
L-E-S, nigga 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 need to get your rhymes together
I could rhyme
Would rhyme for ever-y single time, try to rob my leather
Cause knew I was a geek
That didn't pop Berettas, now sayin
They get chopped together, Nah
Not enough weed, for me to just be
With you mother fucker saying, "trust me"
I just breath, believe
is telepopmusik
to me
Fuck me
You better not with me
Cause your boy here, dangerous like, the Busta
this, is, serious, the industry got me delirious
I know it is, I'm not hearing it
It's predictable rhymin' serious, and delirious
With period, so it is.
Period. Uh
college, I fucked up in Ithica
Cause of the Chanel bitch, I fucked up in
Excuse me? Huh? What? a fuck?
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, never am I out
I'm a fighter, and what I rap about

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

Hamilton

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