Luyện nghe bài hát Built for This

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

I'm for this, the will is too strong
Feeling's numb from 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 infra holding no
Hungry like my ribs are showin', as if you notice
I spit the potent, uncut, raw, my mind is pure
Like a shark, I tear you open, cut you blood in my
My pen it people, like dope needles

I rhyme there's no equal
The flow will freeze you, like stair, I'm so lethal
Obviously, I'm a vill, odds against me
Like Rasheed Wallace, it's to stick me
I'm for this, in the street, I'm powerful if shit gets dirty
30-30 clips 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, pursue the
Ya new for pure, uncut raw, what
I caught a rush when ever my clutch a gun, pen or a ki
Or a dime satisfy my need
I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller me
Some smile at my face, yet they against me

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

M for the man, E
G get money, A all my niggas up
I'm for this, for real it's in me
Like RK, I make you the big heat
The illest is me, the drug dealer semi-auto
I conceal on these that to uphold the kiss of death
Tryin' to deal ki's and snort blow, you cant 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 live and die, the streets I epitomize, the trife
I jewels with ice, verbally I bruise mics
Mega live it I'm ghetto, my shit is out
Give me a pen and watch a nigga out
I can't believe the shit I spit is my own mouth