Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Champion's Anthem)

[Featuring:

Mike:]
Looking for the truth, it's me,
Everythang polo to the floor, go even at the store
It's so perfect, take a
And take the pic you buying and so stitch you logo
you with the quatro, but my girl Mercedes
With the Audi say the was a [?]
You can put on killer kill or fat boy or just
Call me you want but still never call me rival
They will call you and I will call you gone
The with Jesus we be will be we'll be calling you home
An underground rap [?] I'm meant to be
Then I will be the shit and you ain't to me

We won, we the with the champagne, 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, more
the motherfucker down, down,

Life's a bitch so I'm mack on her
I wear no market watches Rolexes to accurate
My rhymes actually accurate, meaning I don't in my diction
To the masses this perfection is through many practices
This like prostitutes to mattresses shit just come naturally
Easy ass osamas, bamas, taking many
Like Columbine I'm down for [?]
Killing them or me, this is my senility
Iller than the iller then the illest be, I will spit this illest shit, from right here to
Till I reach the dirt, I will search the earth
Looking for the [?] ain't nobody lyrically, as as me
As e, come back from 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 the champagne, 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, more
Burn the down, down,

Yo, I'm a grinch with a grin, I shit on your kids
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' closer to Christ, ya might just a design to your life, the angel hair short of the divine love
I stink, I just stunk up a truck 12 bricks I'm a Sphinx, snort 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 call of the copper on the hunt,
the fuck, this is not what my mother said I'll become
Star spangler wranglers got my on the run, getting closer now
Maybe our society's supposed to
Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's going

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
money, more problems, more butane
Burn the down, down.