Luyện nghe bài hát Always Shine

You're in my heart, you're in my
You're the star that will always
you'll be with me

Uh, it go
You see the inner depths of a man's soul?
Or turtles pouring out of manholes
is balance
Between a comic and a conscious, that's the
Between the solitary and the that I examines
I imagine was a figure
Would be the start of peace and the transformation of niggas
Like the of liquor
But that's turnin' them into blood
And we'll be right where we was
Not a peace-sign, but a fascination with
So I can cut
Myself off from the of empress, empires, and the sinners
For of human suffering
And other things to impede my publishing and editorials
That's gon' it back to us again
A boomerang might as Halle and Eddie and everybody fuckin' it

You're in my heart, in my mind
You're the star that will shine
Forever you'll be

Even though independent ain't got one
I got some and more to
No more
My motor-ware don't my motivate to mate
Also I drive to stay alive and this over there
My so mad, so no alcohol in here
I'm Spears on my Jay-Z shit
Affion on the skit
Now how many more can I make just one voice
might call it fake shit
This deep shit
It's my me impersonatin' we
in every rap I speak with
I hope you're speakin' for me, if I'm speechless
I'mma be you
Even you're not here to be with
I I see these gangsters actin' like teachers
Wake up out sleep, then they dream
And the world so Martin King-less

You're in my heart, in my mind
You're the star will always shine
Forever be with

And to my Heron, Gil Scott
In a with Baldwin
On a jet plane with no fear for
But wishin' it never
Reminiscent of the time
Presently en route to the rhymes of the time
Magazine
With more sugar and milk than coffee
Aborted rhymes, rotten beats, and hooks
Roads as bumpy as braille
Fail cools, bad French, and mad push at the
food at the starving soiree
A choice of one easy at a time
take three the hard way
Trying to be as abstract as
And vulgar, the more shocking the profitable
A baby fed molten
And sat a pedestal promote getting called 24 carot souls
How to this
Insightful remarks as the best thing I've ever heard is silence
Some more technically
In a faux Spanish romantic of a Marxist dialectic
listen to the critics, pointless is the common passerby
Might as not even exist, not even a bit
In the event of my demise everything I prize to the poor
And to the oppressors, I a war
And so on and so