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 with the quatro, but my girl
With the Audi say the was a [?]
You can put on kill or fat boy or just Michael
Call me what you want but still call me rival
They will call you and I will call you gone
The loss with Jesus we be will be be calling you home
An rap [?] what I'm meant to be
Then I be the shit and you ain't shit to me

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

Life's a bitch so I'm mack on her
I don't wear no market watches Rolexes to
My rhymes actually accurate, meaning I don't in my diction
To the masses this perfection is perform through practices
This prostitutes to mattresses this shit just come naturally
Easy ass osamas, bamas, many casualties
Like I'm down for mine [?]
Killing or killing me, this is my senility
Iller than the iller then the illest be, I will spit this illest shit, right here to infinity
Till I reach the dirt, I will the earth 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, from my partner T-I-P cube
Every time, travel back to 95, 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 flame, like the blue slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see hands up if you do say
[?] and we both like
More money, problems, more butane
the motherfucker down, down,

Yo, I'm a grinch with a grin, I will shit on your
Get a light, get a grip, get a hold of my dick
a wish
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, snort so much my nose just off, think
I'm alone again clutching a loaded glock soaked in chromium hoping the thought police just bust in my home again
Life is tough, you'll get snuffed on the buff so dystopian, rough, rough, hear the call of the mutts on the hunt,
What the fuck, this is not what my mother said 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 ones with the 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
money, more problems, more butane
Burn the down, down.