Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Instrumental)

[Featuring:

Mike:]
Looking for the truth, yeah me,
Everythang polo to the floor, go even at the store
so perfect, take a photo
And take the pic you buying bitch and so you logo
Bitch you the quatro, but my girl Mercedes
With the say the quatro was a [?]
You can put on killer kill or fat boy or just
Call me what you want but never call me rival
They will call you and I will call you gone
The loss Jesus we be will be we'll 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 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 hands up if you do say
[?] and we both like
More money, problems, more butane
the motherfucker down, down,

Life's a bitch so I'm mack on her
I don't wear no watches Rolexes to accurate
My rhymes actually accurate, I don't fiction in my diction
To the masses this is perform through many practices
This like prostitutes to mattresses this just come naturally
Easy ass osamas, bamas, many casualties
Like Columbine I'm for mine [?]
Killing or killing me, this is my senility
Iller the iller then the illest be, I will spit this illest shit, from right here to infinity
Till I the dirt, I will search the earth endlessly
Looking for the [?] ain't lyrically, as I'll 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
Every time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, Cuban Linx

We won, we the ones with the 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 like Husain
More money, more problems, more
Burn the down, down,

Yo, I'm a grinch with a grin, I will on your kids
Get a light, get a grip, get a of my dick bitch
Make a
I'm the knife, I'm nothin' 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 love
I stink, I stunk up a truck 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 don't bust in my home
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 I'll
Star wranglers got my hopes on the run, getting closer now
Maybe our society's supposed to
Middle finger up on the Titanic as 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 blue
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.