Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Computer

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

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

2]
The is 5625
Niggas is clappin' and stompin' in church, waiting for Jesus to come back
Niggas is still (conscious), waiting on E.T. to out the sky
Stop all these crimes, mentally ill and out of mind
is still awaiting for fleck to get some supplies
Niggas is still like Damn, I was just talkin' to so-and-so the day, how did they die? Why?
Niggas is still (conscious), waiting for politicians to admit that they
Since we all comrades, (let niggas pre-locked up in them contracts)
You accept that its generous, just the man let his boot off your neck just a little bit
If that - if that shit - if that 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
brought - they brought - they 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, like a fraternity, niggas wanna brand me
Niggas want Grammys, niggas want families, niggas think I'm crazy, I don't own a damn
Where the fuck's the manual? They can't understand me, 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 that go, we gon' end up, where we all landing?
is just 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 I have lived
Many battles I've
fought, and lost
If you're for trouble
You ain't look far
Without the of dark
Wouldn't be any
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
I've had my share of
And I sure what hell is
And I ask you this
If we, ourselves, ain't
how could we know what heaven is like?