Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

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

Uh, Opus of a boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. rocket 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 there in the jam
here I've seen a bunch of fake shit like 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 the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I
My mama said they me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea
they glass is half full so I spit them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but letters' (lettuce) still 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) just like The 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 going on
see the back of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm balling like the of pawns
of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed the tops of bombs
niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning your Pizza Huts
collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this as fuck
but this like my weaker
they ask "Is his day-to-day '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 - its like two of me
and of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is
West Side riding, lot of salty 'cause
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, never seen this
NahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till what they up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a beat eating blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is severe-ish
the peppers Peter picked
things are at their easiest, Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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