Luyện nghe bài hát Good Evening

Uh, look,
Evening.
Yeah,

When I party in New York the late night subway,
out Friday to comin' home Monday.
From all never find me on the one way flavor,
The rhyme just the icin' on the fuckface.
My fans notice these rappers is bogus,
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
And the boy stay, incredibly dope shit.
Make my proud cuz my clothes fit.
Travel round the globe bitch, on my Lewis shit,
Don't matter I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is.
I stay on my side, fuck where everybody at
Tell the planet "peace" cause I'm gone, I ain't comin'
Had the whole, regular life I can you that I'm done with that,
Try an build a mill off a couple stacks on my own
Investin' all I got these fuckin' raps,
Willlie Parker money hand it off and runnin' back.

Ayo, you fuck wit
Uh, you fuck wit dat.
You in love dat.
Look, uh, Mac Miller.

Takin' sips from the of youth,
If you ain't about the kid then you out of the loop.
As I'm sittin' back starin' at world in my eyes,
See out the window in my room that I'm inside.
I'm just a kid who stays speakin' his thoughts, his mind,
Like a coaster but I stay along for the ride.
Put my heart up on the page and the gonna cry,
There's logic the way you stayin' caught and alive, boy.
Ain't a shock and I'm a of discussion,
Mo' want my spot so they probably wish I wasn't.
They give a lil love like does,
In reality they stoned off that drug.
And I blame em,
Cuz who above me, I'm gunnin' for ya.
Try and make my way to the top startin' the floor.
And I don't even to bring a single gun to war,
Cuz I be on some shit that they ain't done before.
Takin' over piece by piece startin' the core,
It's only a year, I can stick around a hundred more.

Said I stick around a hundred more.
I ain't nowhere.
and so much time to go,
Jerm you might as well keep one rollin'.
I got one more verse, I haven't spit three verses on a song in a minute
See if I can remember one.
look

You can me in the lab workin' overtime.
Smell the weed you go on by, global grind
I just a local guy.
When you feelin' stressed out an L,
Blow money, keep my decked out in Chanel.
Live fast, when I die better me well.
Huh, I just they servin' beer in hell.
an everyday story that I'm here to tell.
So please, stick for the Epilogue,
For who ever blog probably heard my name,
Hip Hop's he wanna win the game.
I'm of hearin' how music change, never been the same,
And these dudes who think they and never pick a lane.
Call a vet but haven't won a single game.
Mad every girl got my imprinted in her brain.
Boy I'm a match this style in bars
Find me smokin' weed where the wild are.

Yessir.
So I mean, I had to this time,
quickly, to just go in.
I don't know man, I feel like you should stop goin' in on your shit.
just me.
I mean, Q, out there we excited just makin' history,
and of course.