Luyện nghe bài hát Assassins

In 2013, the World placed sanctions against freethinking
Individuals in order to force people to to one way of life
An independently funded called (garbled speech)
100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept
Of these 100, 97 captured, tortured, and executed
three remained
The of which was said to own an arsenal
would rival an entire city's police force
The second was rumored was to be able to move throughout space and
And the

Fasten your seatbelts for the of the three assassins on Earth
The first her purse with a heat stealth
call me Jean McCoy, the beast in me employed
To ploy deplorable through audibled, actions attractive to Coy
Hey, to the Troy after, I'm passing your life over
He'll deliver it through sticks, Hades, I'm cold, deliver it lady
My flow is limited, me some craze, whispering
"Stay on ya villains", it's Grae and your day's whittling
lines packed in six stick to spine
Rap with a mind trapped in thick bitch frame
you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and it's my kidney you dick
Brain?I'm just to slit veins
Stitch lines! Rip game!? Fuck yo
Sick visions nigga, kick rocks or kick rhymes until the pain?
(Liquor it or liver) Sippin' it, sippin' it Capri Sun
Ignorant as ever, she clever, be none
A ball breaker, fakers out with passion
You got the gall bastard to with the broad bashers?
The in your court, pass it!
You're worn in four faster acid
With AIDS on the back of a Kardashian
The wall crasher, all in the forecast
The gas pour in the corridors racking your blacking out
Catch Grae backing out the door, cacklin'
Still make it back to the bar for last

They ask me why I'm highly regarded, this god body
Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and Bob
Never skateboard slang "gnarly"
More like, we in our whip on our way to the top Charles Barkley
You are hardly prepared to with a marksman spot me
I'm with the ace of spades, I'm masterin' archery
Vermicular, the vernacular
Specifically the so when I spit it's spectacular and accurate
When I attack I'm more like
Flip the bird, bitch, more blood than Blacula
More Christian scriptures encrypted backwards vernacular
But sicker than most of Glenn in Fatal Attraction
I am, nigga for real
Per capita smackin' the next rapper that uses the term "swag" or
three assassins get to ass whippin'
Prepare to for a professional ass that can shifts
Spit, hollow tip mainly
Sick, he? (Mind control)
Make you your best friend in the face, Dick Cheney
My life is like a film
Depicted in black and white, grainy (Geronimo!)
I'm on Guantanamo Bay pics in a Captain Morgan pose
With my left foot on a pile of screamin' "we are renegades!"
you, pay me

I be ridin' around with a stripper slash model
I make it pop my cock in Durex condom
I'm a, opposite artist I irony in goin
From bein' like a in the grass to rockin' the Garden
The same irony as goin' from fully in the backyard
To the whole machine behind me
I take my Australian bitches and show some other
She know my stroke is so she gave me bloody brain
Don't try to get familiar, if I don't you in person
flip the script and I'll accidentally kill you on purpose
The baddest I'm flailing, I got so many furs
PETA paint splash me when they see me, no matter what I'm wearin
Your bitch bout to up, sniff some blow off of my dick
Guess you say she on my coconuts
I'm on like Chris Paul
You on point like an Atlantic City hooker that balls
I'm bout to flip in this like Dominique Dawes
And shut down like a car when it stalls
I am the rapper, you claimin' that you flow like water
But really ya'll niggas Evian
Marshall hit the with this flow that I got
I know I'm hot
It's my show to stop my crotch
My whip cleaner Amish men in honest ends
Two dimes with me like I'm a cause I'm a ten

Okay, I'm in