Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Champion's Anthem)

[Featuring:

Mike:]
Looking for the truth, yeah me,
Everythang polo to the floor, go even at the store
It's so perfect, a photo
And the pic you buying 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 what you want but never call me rival
They will call you dead and I will you gone
The loss Jesus we be will be we'll be calling you home
An rap [?] what I'm meant to be
Then I will be the and you ain't shit to me

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 hands up if you do say
[?] and we like Husain
More money, more problems, butane
the motherfucker down, down,

Life's a bitch so I'm 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 this is perform through many practices
This like prostitutes to this shit just come naturally
Easy ass osamas, bamas, taking many
Like Columbine I'm 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, ghostwritten from my partner cube
Every time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, playing Linx

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

Yo, I'm a grinch 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 find a design to your life, the angel short of the divine love
I stink, I stunk up a truck with 12 bricks 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 just don't bust in my again
Life is tough, you'll get snuffed on the buff so dystopian, rough, rough, the call of the copper mutts on the hunt,
What the fuck, is not what my mother said I'll become
Star spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run, getting now
Maybe our society's supposed to
finger 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 like the blue flame, like the blue slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see hands up if you do say
[?] and we both Husain
More money, more problems, butane
the motherfucker down, down.