Luyện nghe bài hát Blockbuster Night Pt. 2

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

You itsy bitsy furry and frickin' sickly
A little prickly, on display for Winter swimming
Look at these kitties, Mike, I'mma rat-a-tat 'em for
I deal in dirty work, do the deed and then dash, 'em
I'd lend a hand but they stuck in a fist and gun
We run our brand destruction's 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 suckers been served a notice
Top of the morning, my fist to your face is Folgers
We might be giants, on little dandy shoulders
You punks is pussy proverbial panty holders
I Jake the '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 calls are ending in semen

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

This Run The Jewels is, murder, mayhem, melodic
Psychotics use it then lose it, simply abuse it
That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoffman, I'm pushin
I probably smell like a pound when they put me in a
The of hell are pugnaciously pacin', waitin'
I give a if I'm late, tell Satan be patient
But I here for durations, I'm just taking vacations
And tell 'em fuck 'em, I loved 'em and salutations