Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Instrumental)

[Featuring:

Mike:]
Looking for the truth, yeah me,
polo to the floor, go even at the grocery store
It's so perfect, take a
And the pic you buying bitch and so stitch you logo
Bitch you with the quatro, but my Mercedes
With the say the quatro was a [?]
You can put on kill or fat boy or just Michael
Call me what you want but still call me rival
They call you dead and I will call you gone
The loss with Jesus we be will be be calling you home
An rap [?] what 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 like the blue flame, like the blue slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see hands up if you do say
[?] and we like 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 accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my diction
To the masses this perfection is perform through many
This like prostitutes to mattresses this shit just naturally
ass osamas, bamas, taking many casualties
Like Columbine I'm for mine [?]
Killing them or killing me, 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 the earth endlessly
Looking for the [?] 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 my partner T-I-P cube
Every time, 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 like the blue flame, like 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,

Yo, I'm a grinch with a grin, I will shit on your
Get a light, get a grip, get a of my dick 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 short of the divine love
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 clutching a loaded glock soaked in chromium 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 what my mother said become
Star spangler wranglers got my on the run, getting closer now
our society's supposed to drown
Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's going

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