Luyện nghe bài hát Say Something

Uh, we going to keep it going and going
until I completed and happy 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
clear 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 and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like cams
And you down in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye exam,
Now I'm the biggest G off in the room
still to see me like 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 Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like
C and G but bout me CG
It's all real, none of this is screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Ting
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing around a of PCs
I've it from the shouters to the soccer moms
try to what's going on
you'll see the back of my hand like the of palms
I'm balling the tops of pawns
circle of influence getting like the ripples on the tops of ponds
and War Headed like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Pizza
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 like my stuff
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 each of us, rapping acid, eat 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 gotta stream this, motherfucking
Brave and fly, you and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm for they fingers
till what they up is meaningless
Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en
a beat eating media
pace is feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers picked
things are at their easiest, Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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