Luyện nghe bài hát Bomb Thrown

out the fine.- Villain!

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

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

(DOOM was imminent)

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

Went and hit the day
Burn the oil and freak the shit a different way
Disaster, time is a
fire to rappers in a monumental moment
And the game's potent, like a never-ending quotient
A ago it was smiles and
hugs, now where the the dough went?

He so bent like he set the shit straight again
Bombs fittin' to drop and he ain't even close to when
(V-V-Villain) Nothin' ever
Was given as a blessin', the Universe owe him
Got faith in the 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 than a squad of birds ready to blow him
Sorry Charlie, get up on your Harley
Win, lose or draw, plus beat you at
Drop they ass deep in far-off Safari
And prob'ly got the answer to, "Who the hell are we?"
Face squad drone, tell the real ones, "Shalom"
In a tone, bomb thrown