Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Champion's Anthem)

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[Killer
Looking for the truth, yeah 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 Michael
Call me what you want but still call me rival
They will call you 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 will be the shit and you ain't to me

We won, we the ones with the champagne,
At the end of our
Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, 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,

Life's a so I'm mack on her immaculate
I don't wear no watches Rolexes to accurate
My rhymes actually accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my
To the masses this is perform through many practices
This like prostitutes to mattresses this shit just come
ass osamas, bamas, taking many casualties
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 illest shit, from right here to infinity
Till I reach the dirt, I will search the endlessly
Looking for the [?] ain't lyrically, as I'll as me
As eazy e, come back the A-I-D-S yes, get a beat from 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 with the 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
the motherfucker 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 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
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 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 with the champagne, 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 both like
More money, more problems, butane
Burn the down, down.