Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Champion's Anthem)

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[Killer
for the truth, yeah it's me,
Everythang polo to the floor, go at the grocery store
It's so perfect, take a
And take the pic you buying bitch and so stitch you
Bitch you with the quatro, but my girl
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 never me rival
They will you dead and I will call you gone
The loss with Jesus we be will be be calling you home
An underground rap [?] I'm meant to be
I will be the shit and you ain't shit to me

We won, we the ones the champagne, 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 like
money, more problems, more butane
Burn the down, down,

a bitch so I'm mack on her immaculate
I don't wear no market watches to accurate
My rhymes actually accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my
To the masses perfection is perform through many practices
like prostitutes to mattresses this shit just come naturally
Easy ass osamas, bamas, many casualties
Like Columbine I'm down for [?]
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 earth
for the [?] ain't nobody lyrically, as I'll as me
As eazy e, come back from the A-I-D-S yes, get a beat from E-O-P, ghostwritten from my T-I-P cube
Every time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, playing Cuban

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, butane
the motherfucker 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' to Christ, ya might 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 my nose just broke off, think
I'm alone again clutching a loaded glock soaked in chromium hoping the thought police just don't bust in my 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, is not what my mother said I'll become
Star spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run, getting now
our society's supposed to drown
Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's down

We won, we the ones with the champagne,
At the end of our
Spit fire, main true 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, problems, more butane
Burn the down, down.