Luyện nghe bài hát Unemployed Black Astronaut

It's the resurgence of the happy black
But now African are handicap placards
And we're alphabetized in the retro
And my photos are wallet-size
My low
Why you shape me
I'm malleable putty
In a bowl with dill dressing
In simulated urban testing
thuggy
Accompanied by a bunny
Straight out of a burlesque
She'll sever the ring finger of the lead
And stir a fresh
Of the bitch's with bee stingers
But fresh though
It's home of the black
our blurbs stretch
To suggest that I'm
But the bird is low
Which means I'm
To the point we travel the in wooden spaceships
On the phone at the booking agents
I words and I pilfer the country with the underground's who's who
But I feel like I've been with a billiard's pool cue

I am the first black
To the bare moon
From my air
Pound my beliefs the desired shape
Then put them sound in a fireplace

It's the of the unpopular dope rappers
Who to holes in the sky
up rope ladders
And will sell you a disc soaked in laughter
Because you've brainwashed
Out of your ears leaks lather
Why you deify me
I'm Buckaroo
I don't what to do
I'm the guy
I touch crews like Krush on DVD
And I got my start doing songs CVE
But now like:
Chilling Villain who? what?
Persona non
No for the popsicle stick man
a wad of hot lava
Drip crayon on your glands
Won't top dollar
strands to enrich fans
But there's not a lot of
They give grands to bands
I water
For the ADD D&D players
And we got
So we formed a
And you me through random sightings and file sharing
And you tell me that like childbearing
No not
It's
Elfin culprits their egos melt in charcoal pits

Oh my
Sorry I my acceptance speech
In the of the private car
And I rewrote the ending
Fluxed the motion screen
Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the scene

It's the decline of the writer
And the label's who couldn't a Lifer
been outsold and my style's old and lame
I'll a lighter to the carpet fiber
Because I'm not a name
I'm a tax
I signed a deal no exit clause
My label's like Mrs. Claus during menopause
So I'm on padded walls
Because I'm to make hits
But I hitting pop flies
I don't eat out
I thaw out chicken pot
But I used to be on the list of the top
hip-hop guys