Luyện nghe bài hát Built for This

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

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

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

On the mic I'm relentlence, the perfection
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 iller then me
Some at my face, yet they still against me

I doubt the fake, never sleep or death for waste
Or in the presence of snakes
When and where and time I'm measuring
You destined to think or where does he get this
Son, we nearly
I realized that when buried Spank, the real will perish ya
Conceal evidence my rhyme 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 the big heat
The illest is me, the dealer empties semi-auto
I on these streets that to uphold the kiss of death
Tryin' to deal ki's and snort blow, you cant me

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