Luyện nghe bài hát Bomb Thrown

out the fine.- Villain!

I warm it up Kane in his prime
Fuck us, you insane in the mind
You cowards way out of
Money talk, boy you my time
You don't to put the work in
You just want a taste of the
Real talk, so it's to trust
I'm in it for the ride, like I drive a charter bus
Scars and blood, from the deadly bars I
In Czar we trust, the army buy they off us
Blog about it naysayer, you can hardly it
Who's the best? Who's the worst? We argue hours
Runnin' through field, I'm Jordan Howard
Nowadays respect money more than power
Money, power, respect, we all some
I waitin', I needed it, one lump sum
Made men trade hands with young
They manufacturin' the cloth that I'm cut from

I be laughin' at the beef as I'm body-shamin' exes
time you set-trip is when you binge on Netflix
Reckless, run it up like, "Eso, listen
Alright I like the beat except the snare, and keys"
Geez, I teach but I kill them when the on
So I got no pupils like Spidey the mask on
Generally speaking, each rhyme is star
Split personality, I ride with a car
I can't of the rhyme, it must be misplaced
It's on the tip of my like Stan Smith's face
on - hmm, something 'bout a fly sound
And how you got no bars like a dry town, so pipe
The beat bumps bad skin
"Captain gonna teach stuff", shout to that's the line, yo
Let the take you where the cameras can't
It's very necessary a Q-Tip Grammy rant

(DOOM was imminent)

Due to jet lag, good afternoon or is that
Militants speak proper, airheads said he act white
Catch flight, bread good so he tends to light
Got jokes, but usually engage in no snap fight
Could be considered a confrontin' snakes on the back bite
Detrimental to culture that they lack sight,
Catch him on stage, mad hype, with a mic
Month later, in the gutter, pipe and a flashlight
Lookin' for something, he still scurry
Bewilder, incite riots, the mind's gone
There wasn't shit to say, much to they chagrin or dismay
The had 'em on the ropes,
then he a big mistake and hit the hay

Went and hit the day
Burn the midnight oil and the shit a different way
Disaster, is a component
Settin' fire to rappers in a moment
And the game's potent, it's like a quotient
A minute ago it was and
hugs, now where the the dough went?

He so bent it's like he set the straight again
Bombs fittin' to drop and he ain't even to sayin' when
(V-V-Villain) ever stolen
Was given as a blessin', the Universe owe him
Got in the vessel but know when to keep rowin'
and get up out your own way when deliverin' a poem
Those who think they do, don't him

No different than a squad of ready to blow him
Sorry Charlie, get back up on Harley
Win, lose or draw, beat you at Atari
Drop they ass deep in some far-off
And prob'ly even got the answer to, "Who the are we?"
Metal Face squad drone, tell the ones, "Shalom"
In a calm tone, thrown