Luyện nghe bài hát Bap

Mr. Killer, I'm killin it by the second, the to ever do it, my lyrics is off the limits.
Its, the lyricist, vigorous, still the vividest, visionist,

God magnificent!!!!!

Hi, Mr. how you do that?
I ain't J.Cole, but them bitches who dat?
To my roll a joint.
And I get head I.. flip a coin.
When i rip greats, shit faced how my dick taste? quick paid.

[Girl] omgosh I you James!!

Its Patrick's the way I keep the green.
Its dirty in the south, I gotta it clean.
Now I'm motherfuckers!
into the peephole.
I vomit on the track, you could me Stev-o.
I got green, my should be Ceelo.
I'm knocking doors down can you see me through the

I'm the man now dudes put your down.
phobia the way I gotta standout.
Man, I'm flyer than a beehive.
Yes I'm the best even Stevie see why.
you see it? I'm taking on the lead.
I grind so it is aching out my teeth.
It's Mr. Standout I'm taking on a seat.
It's cold in Miami I'm bringing out the Heat.

Now I'm with my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you match that?
Black hat with the DG's
Looking a Mac when you something like a PC.
I'm on your TV, acting Cool J
Too fresh, stuck up on mind like a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you never heard of then you must've been deaf.
I ran track now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy sharper a thumbtack.
It's coming and its sounding like a comeback.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
Man, I just take a day off.
They call me "the beAst" and I tell em the "A" off.
Take over word to the print.
J to the K, you to the movement.