Luyện nghe bài hát Blockbuster Night Pt. 2

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

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

No hocus pocus, you simple suckers served a notice
Top of the morning, my fist to your face is fucking
We might be giants, standing on dandy shoulders
You punks is pussy proverbial pansy panty
I Jake the 'em, DDT 'em in mausoleums
massacres killing cunts in my colosseum
They all actors, top in back of a BM
I'd back if the casting calls are ending in semen

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

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