Luyện nghe bài hát The Game Has Changed

i know, i and popped up in paris making chairs with a beard
and those that love me probably that it was weird
while the haters was happy, they my destiny was cleared
and any artist you love have veered
especially when they hated the image that they
i got a text that said "p, get up"
some light shining outlining my shit up
the penthouses, the homes, the cars, the
the stones, the admirers, and clones
selling you dreams that are boxes full of foam
in and out of dimensions i walk walls
just saying you put me in a box, thats all
no codes and twilight stubs
don't take this wrong, but i'll let you the blood

so fitting, the sound in my system, makes me want to squish
king kong foot, the beast has
the pro taping, my position blatant
you knew i was coming, choiceless, you
now i look up and ask why you've for satan
i hover for splendid covers
that makes me other, plus the return of the jedi
i study how the brooklyn works
thats to big and his dead eye
i rise to the top the sun
i rise to the like a gun
i fire, drop ya body then it's
like, what happened, we trapped him
hatred is obliverated i imagine
look at you in ya lungs, gasping
blood on the dancefloor, he, he michael
should stay home they do so much cummin'
y'all should stand backwards you do so much
take this sun block we got too sunning
now lets examine what you thinking,
run too hard, you tear ya meniscus
and if you try to run up you only get ya wig
and campaign that we runnning is viscious
i hate to eat and run but was delicious