Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Champion's Anthem)

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[Killer
Looking for the truth, it's 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 with the quatro, but my girl
With the say the quatro was a [?]
You can put on killer or fat boy or just Michael
Call me what you want but still call me rival
They will call you dead and I call you gone
The loss with Jesus we be be we'll be calling you home
An underground rap [?] I'm meant to be
Then I will be the shit and you shit to me

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

Life's a bitch so I'm on her immaculate
I don't wear no watches Rolexes to accurate
My rhymes accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my diction
To the masses this perfection is perform through many
This like prostitutes to mattresses this just come naturally
Easy ass osamas, bamas, many casualties
Like Columbine I'm for mine [?]
Killing or killing me, this is my senility
than the iller then the illest be, I will spit this illest shit, from 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 E-O-P, ghostwritten from my partner T-I-P cube
time, travel 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, true 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, problems, more butane
Burn the 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 bitch
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 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 don't bust in my home again
is tough, you'll get snuffed on the buff so dystopian, rough, rough, hear the call of the copper mutts on the hunt,
What the fuck, this is not what my mother said I'll
Star spangler 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 blue flame, like the slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see your up if you do say
[?] and we both Husain
money, more problems, more butane
Burn the down, down.