Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Instrumental)

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[Killer
for the truth, yeah it's me,
Everythang polo to the floor, go even at the grocery
It's so perfect, take a
And take the pic you bitch and so stitch you logo
Bitch you with the quatro, but my girl
With the say the quatro was a [?]
You can put on killer kill or fat boy or just
Call me what you want but still call me rival
will call you dead and I will call you gone
The loss with Jesus we be will be we'll be 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 like the blue flame, like the blue slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see your up if you do say
[?] and we like Husain
More money, problems, more butane
the motherfucker down, down,

Life's a so I'm mack on her immaculate
I wear no market watches Rolexes to accurate
My rhymes actually accurate, meaning I fiction in my diction
To the this perfection is perform through many practices
This like prostitutes to mattresses this shit just come
Easy ass osamas, bamas, many casualties
Like Columbine I'm for mine [?]
Killing them or killing me, is my senility
Iller than the iller the illest 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 from E-O-P, ghostwritten from my partner T-I-P cube
Every time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, playing Cuban

We won, we the ones with the 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,

Yo, I'm a grinch with a grin, I will shit on your
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 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 police just don't bust in my home again
Life is tough, you'll get on the buff 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 spangler got my hopes on the run, getting closer now
Maybe our supposed to drown
Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's going

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