Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Instrumental)

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[Killer
Looking for the truth, yeah me,
Everythang to the floor, go even at the grocery store
so perfect, take a photo
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 killer kill or fat boy or Michael
Call me what you want but still never call me
They will call you dead and I will you gone
The with 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 ones 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 both Husain
More money, more problems, more
Burn the down, down,

a bitch so I'm mack on her immaculate
I wear no market watches Rolexes to accurate
My rhymes accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my diction
To the masses this perfection is perform through practices
This like prostitutes to mattresses this shit come naturally
ass osamas, bamas, taking many casualties
Like I'm down for mine [?]
Killing them or me, this is my senility
Iller than the iller then the illest be, I will spit this illest shit, from right 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 E-O-P, ghostwritten from my partner T-I-P cube
Every time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, playing Linx

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 hands up if you do say
[?] and we both like
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 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 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 hoping the thought police just don't bust in my home again
Life is tough, get snuffed on the buff so dystopian, rough, rough, hear the call of the copper mutts on the hunt,
What the fuck, this is not my mother said I'll become
Star spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run, closer now
our society's supposed to drown
Middle up on the Titanic as it's going down

We won, we the with the champagne, 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 like Husain
More money, problems, more butane
the motherfucker down, down.