Luyện nghe bài hát Built for This

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

I'm for this, the will is too strong
Feeling's from dealing too long
It's count ya friends when you on
My pen is visual, I'm real, men are
I the tension growing, you hold a grudge
A 45 with holding no love
Hungry my ribs 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 dope

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

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

I doubt the fake, never sleep or deny for waste
Or conversate in the of snakes
When and where and time I'm measuring
You destined to or where does he get this paper
Son, we extinct
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 feel the big
The illest is me, the drug dealer semi-auto
I on these streets that to uphold the kiss of death
Tryin' to deal and snort blow, you cant replace me

I live the rhyme I visualize, you ain't real I see it in ya
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
Mega it I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed out
Give me a pen and watch a nigga out
I can't the shit I spit is from my own mouth