Luyện nghe bài hát The Show

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I won't
I will not, I rock

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I will not, I will the show

Uh, and I'm the one
Am I a poet or a prophet or a stone to build
And what's the reason I still perform? Feed my on
How I'm on a hustle dusk 'till dawn

Where all the love and the is gone
My eyes wider a baby that just was born
Fightin' a war they ain't pay me enough to
Behind a they was crazy enough to coin

You me? The pursuit of happiness, life, liberty
And all type of necessities not givin' me
I put my in jeopardy 'cause I'm committed
Even though they try to stifle man creativity

They got and plans of gettin' rid of me
I hit 'em Ethiopia hit up Italy
Swift as the bullet that King and Kennedy
You the battle is off to infinity now

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I not, I will rock

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I not, I will rock the show

I remember The Show like Doug E. where people was ugly
Yellin', "Get money", now we're showin', we're
Still doin' shows where the spots be
Roaches in the dressin' room, I'm thinkin' of a room

Maybe The Upper, where my won't suffer
The gets tougher, we drive like a trucker through the night
For every wrong, two rights
And use mics to new heights, the blue lights

Follow, I it's the scent of Chicago
That make 'em wanna with my tomorrow
In these days, the rhyme and the mind that pays
The world is a show, you your stage

One, two, live so you can't undo
No sleep 'cause then dreams won't come true
And one's like a broad that we run through
Each finger, this ain't gonn' stop so we gonn' continue

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I won't
I will not, I will

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I not, I will rock the show

The Ernest Hemingway of poems
They can never take the pen away and Roy Jones
a black [Incomprehensible] in a new time zone
Nigga every nuance wit' two eyes closed

The I chose, more of a mission
I a crowd convulse and act on impulse and intuition
seen the future, listen, believe the superstition
I keep spittin' 'til it's a truce or

Im at in the pressure zone, weakness is never shown
Let I'm a man made of mere flesh and bone
I can't help that my heart as a metronome
And acquired a taste that's upper echelon

Lyrical professional, maniac
Plate in my head that spin the way the go
And it down like it's the walls of Jericho
If they know by know they prob'ly never know

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I will not, I rock

The show, the show, it go on
The show, the show, it go on
I can't stop, I stop
I will not, I will the show
The show, the