Luyện nghe bài hát Takeoff

In front of the mic, the limelight
A so bright shines refined advancement
Dance with the man on the face of the earth
Who did the electric sl-i-i-ide over the
Hands held high, the antennas
Do or die we fly, face the grimace
Yeah let's get this off you ready, Fast
Drop a load on 'em, wrong folks got a on 'em
Put the Blowed on 'em, on 'em
Roll over 'em, no control over 'em, me
Outwardly, inwardly, openly,
Happily, dastardly, and casualty
Same same flight
Where they put yo' body same strip same spot, endin
Same car, same engine, same tension
me the steel, what the FUCK is you doin?
You enough it's not enough, act two
I'm runnin up it's not a bluff, I'm bout to you
Nonchalant, idiot savant no
Romp, with the big guys, stomp all the
the box, light these M-80's
Ladies grab your babies, run for
I don't it may be a, good idea to stand here
You have no idea of what the FUCK'S about to land
Smart bombs, J-DAMS, mayhem
Hold up, god damn, just a party
Dirty red carpet and you by me wobbly
Obviously, oblivious, snobby
Heat to the Mojave, heat to the
Beat, to the rhymin, each, brother
killed the mayor, and the senator
Rhyme sayers say a prayer, see a
Drinks are on the house, the house is on the
The are on FIRE, it started in the fields
inhalation, no ventilation
No station, no assimilation
the heroes and plaques memorial sites
become burial sites, high aerial flights
Hover over David Blaine, I'm to save the game
pick-up witcha brain
Alone the man on the track
Lonely as the dagger in my back, staggerin
Fallin face flat, still at you
Still gettin at you, all laughin at you
My greatest gift of all was the ability to
Get back up and fall, get back up and
Get back up and fall and crawl and get back up and
And 'em lick the balls
Now the dagger's in my back pocket, I hear the I rock it
Pull your arm outta socket, reachin for the
Rock shit, shit, control shit
Hold shit 'til we slow on some old shit
I'll stick the pin in your neck just to respect
the paper in your mouth if I have to spell it out
Or write it on yo' forehead cause that's what I'm
Run the route, bring water to the
When all else fails on the trails of
becomes judged, happiness won't budge
Wickedness just as wickedness does
And I'm just gettin a buzz, I'm sayin it just I can
because I am a man
With the, hand that fit it and the teeth marks
But God's hands, grip tight, and don't it
The in your heart is, misery's home
Where ugly is bred and grown, I
I defuse the bomb but just for a
And out of NOWHERE comes yo' worst opponent
The first ones on it, the last to
All my, trash is treasure, that's how perceived
At the end of my spin when the achieved
I'ma leave with a like how I was conceived
thieves in the temple with tricks up they sleeve
BUT NO!!! THAT!!