Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Champion's Anthem)

[Featuring:

Mike:]
Looking for the truth, it's me,
Everythang polo to the floor, go at the grocery store
It's so perfect, a photo
And take the pic you bitch and so stitch you logo
Bitch you with the quatro, but my girl
the Audi say the quatro was a [?]
You can put on kill or fat boy or just Michael
Call me you want but still never call me rival
They will call you dead and I call you gone
The with Jesus we be will be we'll be calling you home
An rap [?] what I'm meant to be
Then I will be the shit and you shit to me

We won, we the with 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, 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 actually accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my diction
To the masses perfection is perform through many practices
This like prostitutes to this shit just come naturally
ass osamas, bamas, taking many casualties
Like Columbine I'm for mine [?]
Killing them or killing me, this is my
Iller than the iller then the be, I will spit this illest shit, from right here to infinity
Till I reach the dirt, I will search the endlessly
Looking for the [?] ain't nobody lyrically, as as me
As eazy e, come back from the yes, get a beat from E-O-P, ghostwritten 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 blue flame, like the blue
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see hands up if you do say
[?] and we both like
money, more problems, more butane
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 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 might just find a design to your life, the angel hair short of the divine
I stink, I just stunk up a truck with 12 I'm a Sphinx, snort so much my nose just broke off, think
I'm alone again a loaded 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 so dystopian, rough, rough, hear the call of the copper mutts on the hunt,
What the fuck, this is not my mother said I'll become
Star spangler wranglers got my on the run, getting closer now
Maybe our supposed to drown
Middle finger up on the 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
More money, more problems, more
Burn the down, down.