Luyện nghe bài hát Built for This

It's time to separate the rookies from
Pussies threats, truth from lies
Supplies from and death
I'm this, I'm young and ruthless
Status unmatched, undisputed, some
My destiny to rep these

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

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

On the mic I'm relentlence, pursue the
Ya new connect for pure, uncut raw,
I caught a rush when ever my 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 still against me

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

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

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