Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

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

Uh, of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he 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 him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky helicopter cams
And you down there in the jam
from here seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the
still to see me like the truth on TV
or the from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama said they me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth like Tea Leaves
they glass is half so I spit into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) under my sea (C) like seaweed
C and G but bout me CG
It's all real, none of is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) like The Ting Tings
I'm like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the shouters to the soccer
try to stop what's on
see the back of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm like the tops of pawns
circle of getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the tops of
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you think this deep as fuck
but this my weaker stuff
they ask "Is this his 'cause this is like 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 Coast is tough
West riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never this
NahRight gotta stream this, genius
Brave and fly, you and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for fingers
what they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's
Finish fingers, eating wrist, frenzy and shit
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a beat eating media
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing
the peppers Peter picked
things are at their easiest, Real Compton G'in it
but I'm Chicago, house lights, bravos

Yeah, I'm playing....Internet, check!