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
Cause I really do it for love, nah
Uh
Hamilton
Shout out to
It's all
I'm just 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 don't give a damn, how you

Cause 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 give a damn, how you

1:]
you, Mr.Fiasco
Now watch me rip and asshole
When taking a on a flagpole
You get in this biz, if you mad slow
I'm Sonic in this bitch, I'm fast so,
Catch up or drop down this cat flow
I flames, got a mouth full of Tabasco
In hell Newports, out tobacco
Inhale haze, the outcome is bad
In hell days, Is mountains of cash flow
Never ending, Never pretending, the is in me
Whoever should me, is asking for I
That's some Morbid shit, but it's this way till I to call it quits
Some I get mad and bald my fist
I black out? Ask the audience
French Death, playing mad accordion
The school drop out, valedictorian
The sixth man, I to score again
Cause I may never the ball again
Laugh at Charles, because that's some Charlie
a Marley hit, call it mean
I want Charlie to shine, you want Sheen
I'm Martin Sheen, I fathered this
Tough to swallow, swallow this dick
I am nice, acknowledge it
Simone Porter that's my baby, never thought of
I smell her 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 quarter keeping, I'm trying to ball out
Go all out, in the lab I fall out
Call out my name, I answer
This soul cancer, makes me feel an old dancer
I move without making a face, can't sleep,
Can't eat, breaking a plate,
drive down the middle, man
I'm safe at the plate, 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
it eye pods, Look into the sky
I Sun gon' shine
So as long as I'm here, you niggas need to get rhymes together
I could rhyme
Would rhyme for ever-y single time, try to rob my leather
Cause knew I was a geek
didn't pop Berettas, now niggas sayin
They get chopped together, Nah
Not weed, for me to just be cool
With you mother fucker saying, "trust me"
I just breath, believe
is telepopmusik
to me
Fuck me
You better not fuck me
Cause boy here, dangerous like, the Busta beat
this, is, serious, the industry got me delirious
I know what it is, I'm not it
It's predictable like rhymin' serious, and
period, so here 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, is this "fuck" that I'm giving up?
I'm never giving up, 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 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.