Luyện nghe bài hát Buckshot

I to work at Subway
Seven bucks an hour much money
But I be rapping and kicking it on my lunch
Like "I'mma it out this motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, back seat of the bus a bluetooth
Got the and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
of dudes who square up and knock a tooth loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the
That is the I'm planning to vacate with
Pops put on bars just in case somebody in
That's not gonna stop me from getting to the
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid cops
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on Buckshot

Window to and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
Four in the morning I'm with the
There we go, there we go, there we go, we go
Window to window and to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
Four in the morning I'm with the
we go, there we go, there we go, there we go

Just that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too much
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' my name
You don't to get involved
You I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through these alleys tryna the law
with Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through streets, I'm gone
I got game, don't need to talk
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was underground where he from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the flat black
I woke up in the and I had a vision
suit and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism
They mad, say my art is really bad for business
But paint a better world until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they me doing dirt I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I brought my
bumpin', I was on that Buckshot

Window to window and to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
Four in the morning I'm the squad
There we go, there we go, we go, there we go

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
writing my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, knowledge supreme)
Got the following the

up the CD or turn up the TV
Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, up the PC
See, my boys are PC if you're talking graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art when we splatter the
I got twenty cans in my napsack
out the whick-whack
TIOS's even get that
Fat and black books, yo, we rep that
149th street bench is we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
Those are not my words, the spray can said
Where them at, or them green turquoise?
Where my graf writers? Make some noise

Chill-chill-chilin' with the
Just writing my name in graffiti on the
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the following the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)