Luyện nghe bài hát Say Somethin'

Uh, we going to keep it going and going
until I feel completed and about it. You know?

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who into a project man
Brewster (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then land
Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky helicopter cams
And you down in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a bunch of fake shit avid wrestling fans
Came up the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm the biggest G off in the room
still hard to see me like the on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama said they me
'cause, I'm made the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
glass is half full so I spit into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) seaweed
C and G but nothing me CG
It's all real, none of this is green
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Ting
I'm like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've it from the shouters to the soccer moms
try to stop what's on
you'll see the back of my like the tops of palms
I'm balling the tops of pawns

of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning your Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this like my stuff
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is a week to us?"
Mic is shy and blush, I is shy (Chi) and he is up
I correct, me is up - no we is up - cause its two of me
and each of us, acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East is tough
West Side riding, lot of salty 'cause
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar seen this
NahRight gotta this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for fingers
what they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing This didn't make MTV's list
fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken this
a beat media blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing
the peppers Peter picked
things are at their easiest, Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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