Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Cells

(Verse 1)
Here's a tab of acid for ear
You're the plastic, I'm the passion and the in the air
The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances
The labyrinth of Pan's Lab is adamantly
No assignments, book of rhyming and I'm drawing
I should rhyme with Ramen Noodles
Ramadan, I'm the don of the jewels
Fond of finding a way to kindly tell these toodles
I'm a and I'm a kinda cuckoo
I write a fucking book, non kamasutral
You niggas goofies, it's a conflict is kinda crucial
Caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling I'ma
But I'ma let the pass like matadors
Versus a
Verse is a
A metamorphoses and I'ma fuckin
I used to go to school Anna Fedele & Danny Whorf
I used to bang with bad ones
'til my grandmama told on her
Mama said I was way too handsome
To be throwing the son"
Breaking like Samson
But I'ma a tantrum
I'm on Every Samsung
Sanyo, and Handheld and
Put ya lighter's up
'til is up
And it up
And a cut
The night is
It's nice
The nicest
The stuff
My out here trapping a lot
I you think you on
Hiding Reggie sacks in socks
I hang with niggas, whole jab in the
.4's for 15, yea my we be taxing a lot
Only to tho, choking on a doobie though
My eyes do be low, two be
days of the Rufio
Remember the Days of Chan-Man and the Man
Dang to Lil' B
And a Rang to Peter Pan

(Hook)
I burned too many Cells down
To be worried bout my Cells Now (4X)

(Verse 2)
a joint
Or spliff it if you
Split a swisha nigga
If you ask me
Ain't no questions hit it and pass me
Don't answer about problems
Or issues or your Ashleys
It's a to imminent, ten minutes to infinite
Rims, Henny, and
Nostalgia and
Cinnamon women and
Feminine's intimate
All broads is
Homies get they dividends
Is he illiterate, literal
Illegitimate, idiot, affiliate
Sick prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit
Man fuck this

(Hook)