Luyện nghe bài hát Blockbuster Night Pt. 2

Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until frontless
Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at suckas'
Last album voodoo, proved that we was fuckin'
I'm talking crazy, half past the clock is
You doodoo, baby shit, just basic boo boo
I'm Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa, my buku
My beats is bangin', fuck what you rappin', who produced
I the snot, take what ya got and Run The Jewels you

You itsy bitsy furry and frickin' sickly
A little prickly, on display for Winter swimming
at these kitties, Mike, I'mma rat-a-tat 'em for living
I deal in dirty work, do the deed and dash, ditch 'em
I'd lend a hand but they stuck in a and gun position
We run our brand where destruction's the one commitment
all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings
So we disappear in the like we're fuckin' magicians

No hocus pocus, you simple suckers been served a
Top of the morning, my fist to your is fucking Folgers
We might be giants, standing on little shoulders
You is pussy proverbial pansy panty holders
I the Snake 'em, DDT 'em in mausoleums
Macabre massacres killing cunts in my
They all actors, top in back of a BM
I'd fall back if the casting are ending in semen

I'm the foulest, no need for any
I'm a phallus for and Jimmy spraying faces
Any cow that is will get deface'd
Like any murderer gets replaced, face it
The at the top are likely rapists
But you like "Mellow out man, just relax, really not that complicated"
Well pardon me, I guess I'm just as sane as you
Or maybe the sadistic is derange'd

This Run The is, murder, mayhem, melodic music
Psychotics use it lose it, junkies simply abuse it
That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoffman, I'm pushin
I probably smell a pound when they put me in a coffin
The of hell are pugnaciously pacin', waitin'
I give a if I'm late, tell Satan be patient
But I ain't for durations, I'm just taking vacations
And tell 'em fuck 'em, I never 'em and salutations