Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Computer

I've so far
Couldn't you how far
Feels as though I been
A million places at
lives I have lived
Many I've fought
fought, and lost
1]
Mass
Black
What's up to you
[?]
That's
I'm past the
I'm past the
The body is
A bad
A ghost, a
With tumors
Can't threaten a nigga me
death I'd be glad to do it
And sprinkle my on my Mac computer
And rap it
While blastin'
And say that's the
the future

If you're lookin for
You ain't gotta far
Without the of dark

2]
The is 5625
Niggas is clappin' and in church, waiting for Jesus to come back alive
is still (conscious), waiting on E.T. to come out the sky
Stop all these crimes, ill and out of their mind
Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is still awaiting for fleck to get supplies
Niggas is still like Damn, I was just to so-and-so the other day, how did they die? Why?
Niggas is (conscious), waiting for politicians to admit that they lied
Since we all comrades, (let niggas pre-locked up in them contracts)
You accept that its generous, just 'cause the man let his boot off your neck just a bit
If that shit - if that shit - if that shit was threatening, you know that it did exist
They wouldn't - they wouldn't - they hid that shit from you, like all of your history
They brought - they brought - brought Bill Nye back from the dead just to get at me
They sent so many agents my way, I start an agency
(You are conscious)
It's all about branding, all about branding, feel like a fraternity, niggas wanna me
Niggas want Grammys, want families, niggas think I'm crazy, I don't own a damn thing
Where the fuck's the manual? can't understand me, they can't understand me
All that shit must go, all that shit is trash, is not a Plan B
(You are conscious)
Where do all of that go, where we gon' end up, we all landing?
This is just a shit-show, this is a Citgo, I am only passing
(You are conscious)

I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as though I been
A million at once
Many lives I have
battles I've fought
I've fought, and
If you're for trouble
You gotta look far
Without the of dark
be any stars
You may who I am
But do you know who you
(You are, you are)
These roads, don't go nowhere
These half-ways are a end
I've had my of losses
I've had my of lessons
And I know what hell is
And I ask you question
If we, ourselves, perfect
how could we know what heaven is like?