Luyện nghe bài hát Built for This

It's time to separate the rookies from
Pussies from threats, truth from
from dealers and death
I'm feelin' this, I'm and ruthless
unmatched, undisputed, some assuming
My to rep these streets

I'm built for this, the is too strong
Feeling's numb from dealing too
It's real ya friends when you on
My pen is visual, I'm real, men are
I feel the tension growing, you hold a
A 45 infra holding no love
Hungry like my are showin', as if you didn't notice
I spit the potent, uncut, raw, my mind is ferocious
a shark, I tear you open, cut you blood in my ocean
My pen it ghost people, like needles

When I rhyme no equal
The flow freeze you, like medusa stair, I'm so lethal
Obviously, I'm a vill, odds against me
Like Rasheed Wallace, it's to stick me
I'm built for this, in the street, I'm powerful if gets dirty
30-30 clips will shower, you exist I allow you to live
I you, I kinda knew you was weak, I can see how cowards do
I epic facing a scholar, question my life expectance
My essence is gettin' money, my aura Lexus

On the mic I'm relentlence, pursue the
Ya new connect for pure, raw, what
I caught a rush when ever my palms a gun, pen or a ki
Or a dime satisfy my need
I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga then me
Some smile at my face, yet they against me

I doubt the fake, sleep or deny death for waste
Or in the presence of snakes
When and where and I'm measuring weight
You to think or where does he get this paper
Son, we extinct
I realized that when Spank, the real will perish ya life
evidence my rhyme skill is excellent

M for the man, E
G get money, A all my niggas up
I'm built for this, for it's in me
Like RK, I make you feel the big
The is me, the drug dealer empties semi-auto
I on these streets that to uphold the kiss of death
Tryin' to deal ki's and blow, you cant replace me

I live the rhyme I visualize, you ain't I see it in ya eyes
I spit nines, coke on scales thats digitalized
The realness I and die, the streets I epitomize, the trife life
I rock jewels with ice, verbally I bruise
live it I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed out
Give me a pen and watch a zone out
I can't the shit I spit is from my own mouth