Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Computer

I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as though I have
A million places at
Many lives I have
Many battles I've
I've fought, and
1]
Mass
Black
What's up to you
[?]
That's
I'm past the
I'm the human
The body is
A bad
A ghost, a
With massive
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 Future
And say that's the
Thats the

If you're lookin for
You gotta look far
Without the of dark

2]
The is 5625
Niggas is clappin' and stompin' in church, waiting for Jesus to back alive
Niggas is (conscious), waiting on E.T. to come out the sky
all these 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 to so-and-so the other day, how did they die? Why?
Niggas is still (conscious), waiting for politicians to that they lied
Since we all comrades, (let niggas pre-locked up in them contracts)
You accept that its generous, 'cause the man let his boot off your neck just a little bit
If that shit - if that shit - if shit was threatening, you wouldn't know that it did exist
They - they wouldn't - they would've hid that shit from you, like all of your history
They brought - they - 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 about branding, all about branding, feel a fraternity, niggas wanna brand me
want Grammys, niggas want families, niggas think I'm crazy, I don't own a damn thing
Where the the manual? They can't understand me, they can't understand me
All that shit must go, all that is trash, there is not a Plan B
(You are conscious)
Where do all of go, where we gon' end up, where we all landing?
This is a shit-show, this is just 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 lived
battles I've fought
I've fought, and
If looking for trouble
You gotta look far
Without the presence of
be any stars
You may who I am
But do you who you are?
(You are, you are)
These roads, they don't go
These half-ways are a end
I've had my of losses
had my share of lessons
And I sure know hell is
And I ask you this
If we, ourselves, perfect
Then how could we know what heaven is