Luyện nghe bài hát Bars

Bars, bars,
I got y'all with by far
par repertoire, bizarre
My assembles your garbage artists
Come learn who I are, the boy from PR
Brooklyn veteran, peddling medicine by the jar
Turn booth human, hear me roar
Start a with YAOWA and a jungle, fuck a tar
Yeah, man, I up the guitars
Beat up any drum barehanded a paw
Million karat rhyming trying to find a flaw
Better off trying to find an dinosaur
And an unidentified flying flying off
When they seeing a yeti taking selfies all
You niggas look bored, wanna see a monster? Well, on
Sarom the horn, I transform like Con
Edison, better than whatever you is on
I can't stomach you niggas, corn
You design an umbrella, can't the storm
I'm toxic, rain pouring in metal form
Magnetic maggots, out-rap you
With the track playing backwards and the ProTools
Why you look surprised like you don't what happened
When decided to do a little bit of rappin'?
Brainwaves blacking, anything whole in front of me turns
to fraction
Listen you freaking frat, no match when I'm spazzin'
So nigga back, hope you caught that
Anyway I'm back in my groove like a
Move like a wizard, full of hot air in your balloon, a figment
Of your imagination, I'm as the witch that gave Judy Ruby slippers
No like home, booth and some liquor
Preferably Patron, don't mixture
I'm out here getting money, I'm a bad twister
Fucking on somebody mother, or little sister
You niggas got hot, a few blisters
Those'll get popped every time I drop a
Man, you can't be serious acting the Riddler
like Robin
Matter of fact like Robin after he the 60's
As a boy I wanted the Ac Vigor
Got a older, wanted a black Six
I'm to the act bigger
Not the car, I just act vigorous on my blaxk GSXR
Carry the .25, now my pat bigger
Clap you and that ligger-
Ment the rest of your body, you mad disfigured
This album is be dangerous, the artwork is a hazmat picture
But I don't talk, I let the work speak
I make the internet flood when the verse
So motherfucker I am
This solo album for the fans, fuck a first week