Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Champion's Anthem)

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[Killer
Looking for the truth, it's me,
polo to the floor, go even at the grocery store
It's so perfect, take a
And take the pic you bitch and so stitch you logo
Bitch you the quatro, but my girl Mercedes
the Audi say the quatro was a [?]
You can put on killer kill or fat boy or just
Call me you want but still never call me rival
will call you dead and I will call you gone
The loss with we be will be we'll be calling you home
An underground rap [?] what I'm to be
Then I be the shit and you ain't shit to me

We won, we the with the champagne, champagne
At the end of our
Spit fire, main true like the flame, like the blue slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see hands up if you do say
[?] and we like Husain
More money, problems, more butane
the motherfucker down, down,

Life's a so I'm mack on her immaculate
I don't wear no market watches Rolexes to
My rhymes actually accurate, meaning I fiction in my diction
To the masses perfection is perform through many practices
like prostitutes to mattresses this shit just come naturally
Easy ass osamas, bamas, taking many
Like Columbine I'm down for [?]
Killing them or killing me, this is my
Iller than the iller then the be, I will spit this illest shit, from right here to infinity
Till I reach the dirt, I will search the endlessly
Looking for the [?] nobody lyrically, as I'll as me
As eazy e, come back from the A-I-D-S yes, get a beat from E-O-P, ghostwritten my partner T-I-P cube
Every time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, Cuban Linx

We won, we the ones the champagne, champagne
At the end of our
Spit fire, main true the blue flame, like the blue slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see hands up if you do say
[?] and we both like
money, more problems, more butane
Burn the down, down,

Yo, I'm a with a grin, I will shit on your kids
Get a light, get a grip, get a hold of my dick
Make a
I'm the knife, I'm nothin' that's nicer than gettin' sliced up, the switch, the machete, the fetty, yeti, the sheister icer, gettin' closer to Christ, ya might just a design to your life, the angel hair short of the divine love
I stink, I just stunk up a truck with 12 I'm a Sphinx, snort so much my nose just broke off, think
I'm alone again clutching a loaded glock soaked in chromium hoping the thought police don't bust in my home again
Life is tough, you'll get snuffed on the buff so dystopian, rough, rough, hear the call of the copper on the hunt,
What the fuck, this is not my mother said I'll become
Star spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run, closer now
Maybe our society's supposed to
Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's down

We won, we the ones the champagne, champagne
At the end of our
Spit fire, main true the blue flame, like the blue slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see your up if you do say
[?] and we both Husain
More money, more problems, butane
Burn the down, down.