Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Champion's Anthem)

[Featuring:

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

We won, we the ones the champagne, champagne
At the end of our
Spit fire, main like 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, more
the motherfucker down, down,

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

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

Yo, I'm a grinch with a grin, I will shit on 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' to Christ, ya might just find a design to your life, the angel hair short of the divine love
I stink, I just stunk up a truck with 12 bricks I'm a Sphinx, so much my nose just broke off, think
I'm alone again clutching a glock soaked in chromium hoping the thought police just don't bust in my home again
Life is tough, you'll get snuffed on the buff so dystopian, rough, rough, hear the of the copper mutts on the hunt,
What the fuck, this is not what my mother I'll become
Star wranglers got my hopes on the run, getting closer now
our society's supposed to drown
Middle up on the Titanic as it's going down

We won, we the with 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 like
money, more problems, more butane
Burn the down, down.