Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Cells

(Verse 1)
Here's a tab of for your ear
You're the plastic, I'm the and the magic in the air
The avalanche of ambulances near
The labyrinth of Pan's Lab is adamantly
No assignments, book of and I'm drawing doodles
I should rhyme rhyme Ramen Noodles
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 goofies, it's a conflict that is kinda crucial
Caught you on the 9 in all yelling I'ma neutral
But I'ma let the bull like matadors
a Minotaur
Verse is a
A metamorphoses and fuckin animorph
I used to go to school with Anna Fedele & Danny
I used to bang with bad ones
'til my grandmama on her grandson
said that I was way too handsome
To be throwing the son"
Breaking like Samson
But throw a tantrum
I'm on Every Samsung
Sanyo, and and Handgun
Please Put ya up
life is up
And it up
And a cut
The is young
It's nice
The nicest
The stuff
My niggas out here a lot
I know you you on
Hiding Reggie sacks in socks
I hang niggas, whole jab in the jock
.4's for 15, yea my we be taxing a lot
Only to goofies tho, choking on a though
My do be low, two be rolled
Remember days of the
Remember the Days of and the Skeeter Man
Brrrang to Lil' B
And Bang a to Peter Pan

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

(Verse 2)
a joint
Or it if you classy
Split a swisha nigga
If you ask me
Ain't no hit it vividly and pass me
Don't answer about problems
Or your issues or your
It's a to imminent, ten minutes to infinite
Rims, Henny, and
Nostalgia and
Cinnamon tone and
getting intimate
All broads is
Homies could get they
Is he illiterate, syndicate
Illegitimate, idiot, affiliate
Sick twisted prick, sick son of a biscuit
Man fuck shit

(Hook)