Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Computer

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

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

I've so far
Couldn't you how far
as though I have been
A places at once
Many lives I lived
Many battles I've
I've fought, and
If looking for trouble
You ain't gotta far
Without the of dark
be any stars
You may who I am
But do you who you are?
(You are, you are)
These roads, don't go nowhere
These are a dead end
had my share of losses
I've had my share of
And I sure what hell is
And I ask you this
If we, ourselves, perfect
Then how could we know what is like?