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, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is my rocket lands
got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events that lit a fire under him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky helicopter cams
And you down there in the jam
from here I've seen a bunch of shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye exam,
Now I'm the biggest G off in the room
hard to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I
My mama they need me
'cause, I'm from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is full 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 nothing me CG
It's all real, none of is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Ting
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing around a of PCs
I've rocked it from the shouters to the moms
try to stop what's on
you'll see the back of my like the tops of palms
I'm like the tops of pawns
circle of influence getting 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 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think deep as fuck
but this like my weaker
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause 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 of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen
NahRight stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for fingers
till what throwing up is meaningless
Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding and shit
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a beat eating blitz
pace is getting feverish, is growing severe-ish
these the peppers picked
are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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