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 real lyricist, vigorous, the vividest, visionist,

God magnificent!!!!!

Hi, Mr. how you do that?
I ain't J.Cole, but bitches like who dat?
To my roll a joint.
And I get head like I.. a coin.
i rip greats, shit faced dudes 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!
Look the peephole.
I vomit on the track, you could me Stev-o.
I got green, my name be Ceelo.
I'm doors down can you see me through the peepholeee?

I'm the man now dudes put hands down.
phobia the way I gotta standout.
Man, I'm just than a beehive.
Yes I'm the even Stevie can't see why.
you see it? I'm taking on the lead.
I so hard it is aching out my teeth.
It's Mr. I'm never taking on a seat.
It's in Miami cause I'm bringing out the Heat.

Now I'm back with my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you that?
Black hat the all-black DG's
Looking like a Mac when you like a PC.
I'm on your TV, acting like J
Too fresh, up on your mind like a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you heard of James then you must've been deaf.
I ran track now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy than a thumbtack.
first coming and its sounding like a comeback.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
Man, I just take a day off.
call me "the beAst" and I tell em take the "A" off.
Take over word to the print.
J to the K, you to the movement.