Luyện nghe bài hát Blade

Sweatshirt, Genesis, throwin' chairs, killin' shit
I'm half-privileged, think and have nigger lips
A tad different, mad smart, act
Shit, I'll pass the class when my dad starts shits
But as long as our relationship is
keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with burnt dick
Who that, oh, that new John Cusack
A Mecca button-up, shoutin' bring back
Hands of coke, mouth full of crack mu-zack
Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's
With no hint, we're egging no tint
there's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, uh
The Night Striker, I'm her, up-tying her
There's nine Vicodins inside of the windpipes of her
A bit of sherm sure provokes the fuckin' fight in her
She started bitin' cause I'm givin' cock like it's to her
that, I'm on top like wave caps
This is grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back,