Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Champion's Anthem)

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[Killer
Looking for the truth, yeah me,
Everythang polo to the floor, go even at the grocery
so perfect, take 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 Michael
me what you want but still never call me rival
They will call you dead and I will call you
The loss with Jesus we be will be be calling you home
An underground rap [?] 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 like the blue flame, 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, I don't fiction in my diction
To the masses this perfection is perform many practices
This like prostitutes to mattresses this shit just come
Easy ass osamas, bamas, many casualties
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 illest shit, from right here to infinity
I reach the dirt, I will search the earth 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, jumping in a 63 Impala, Cuban Linx

We won, we the with 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 your up if you do say
[?] and we both Husain
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 just find a design to your life, the angel hair short of the love
I stink, I just stunk up a 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 bust in my home again
Life is tough, you'll get snuffed on the buff so dystopian, rough, rough, hear the of the copper mutts on the hunt,
What the fuck, this is not what my mother I'll become
Star spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run, getting now
Maybe our society's supposed to
Middle up on the Titanic as it's going 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 like Husain
money, more problems, more butane
Burn the down, down.