Luyện nghe bài hát Blade

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