Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Cells

(Verse 1)
Here's a tab of for your ear
You're the plastic, I'm the passion and the in the air
The flabbergasted of ambulances near
The labyrinth of Lab is adamantly here
No assignments, book of and I'm drawing doodles
I should rhyme rhyme with Ramen
Ramadan, I'm the don of the jewels
of finding a way to kindly tell these toddlers toodles
I'm a kamikaze and I'm a kinda
I could write a book, non kamasutral
You niggas goofies, it's a conflict that is crucial
you on the 9 in all blue yelling I'ma neutral
But I'ma let the bull pass matadors
Versus a
Verse is a
A metamorphoses and I'ma fuckin
I used to go to school with Anna Fedele & Danny
Remember I used to bang bad ones
'til my grandmama on her grandson
Mama said that I was way too
To be the hand's son"
Walls like Samson
But I'ma throw a
I'm on Every Samsung
Sanyo, and and Handgun
Put ya lighter's up
'til is up
And it up
And a cut
The is young
nice enough
The nicest
The stuff
My niggas out here a lot
I you think you on
Hiding Reggie in your socks
I with niggas, whole jab in the jock
.4's for 15, yea my niggas we be 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 my Brain Cells Now (4X)

(Verse 2)
a joint
Or spliff it if you
Split a swisha witcha
If you ask me
Ain't no hit it vividly and pass me
Don't answer about your
Or your issues or your
It's a quarter to imminent, ten to infinite
Rims, Henny, and
Nostalgia and
Cinnamon women and
Feminine's getting
All is frivolous
could get they dividends
Is he illiterate, syndicate
Illegitimate, idiot, affiliate
twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit
Man fuck shit

(Hook)