Luyện nghe bài hát Bap

Mr. Killer, I'm killin it by the second, the realest to 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 J.Cole, but them bitches like who dat?
To my level? a joint.
And I get head like I.. a coin.
When i rip greats, shit faced dudes how my 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!
Look the peephole.
I vomit on the track, you call 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 put your hands down.
Cluster phobia the way I standout.
Man, I'm just flyer a beehive.
Yes I'm the best Stevie can't see why.
Can't you see it? I'm on the lead.
I grind so it is aching out my teeth.
Mr. Standout I'm never taking on a seat.
It's cold in Miami I'm bringing out the Heat.

Now I'm back with my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you that?
hat with the all-black DG's
Looking like a Mac you something like a PC.
I'm on TV, acting like 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 never ran now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy sharper a thumbtack.
It's coming and its sounding like a comeback.
It's coming and its sounding like a comeback.
Man, I never take a day off.
They call me "the beAst" and I em take the "A" off.
over word to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.