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 battles fought
fought, and lost
1]
Mass
rulers
What's up to you
[?]
That's
I'm past the
I'm the human
The body is
A bad
A ghost, a
With tumors
Can't a nigga like me
death I'd be glad to do it
And sprinkle my on my Mac computer
And rap it
While Future
And say the future
Thats the

If you're for trouble
You ain't look far
Without the of dark

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

I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as though I have
A million at once
Many lives I lived
battles I've fought
I've fought, and
If looking for trouble
You ain't look far
Without the presence of
Wouldn't be any
You may who I am
But do you know who you
(You are, you are)
roads, they don't go nowhere
These are a dead end
I've had my share of
I've had my share of
And I know what hell is
And I ask you question
If we, ourselves, perfect
Then how we know what heaven is like?