Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Instrumental)

[Featuring:

Mike:]
Looking for the truth, it's me,
Everythang polo to the floor, go at the grocery store
so perfect, take a photo
And take the pic you bitch and so stitch you logo
Bitch you with the quatro, but my Mercedes
With the Audi say the was a [?]
You can put on killer kill or fat boy or Michael
Call me what you want but never call me rival
will call you dead and I will call you gone
The loss Jesus we be will be we'll be calling you home
An underground rap [?] what I'm to be
Then I will be the shit and you ain't to me

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 hands up if you do say
[?] and we like Husain
More money, problems, more butane
the motherfucker down, down,

Life's a bitch so I'm mack on her
I don't wear no market watches Rolexes to
My rhymes actually accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my
To the masses this perfection is perform through many
This like prostitutes to mattresses this shit just come
Easy ass osamas, bamas, taking many
Like Columbine I'm 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 here to infinity
Till I reach the dirt, I will search the endlessly
Looking for the [?] ain't nobody lyrically, as 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 both Husain
More money, more problems, butane
Burn the down, down,

Yo, I'm a grinch with a grin, I shit on your kids
Get a light, get a grip, get a of my dick bitch
a wish
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 hair short of the divine
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 soaked in chromium hoping the thought police just don't bust in my home again
Life is tough, you'll get snuffed on the buff so dystopian, rough, rough, hear the call of the mutts on the hunt,
the fuck, this is not what my mother said I'll become
Star spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run, closer now
Maybe our supposed to drown
Middle finger up on the Titanic as going down

We won, we the with the champagne, champagne
At the end of our
Spit fire, 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
More money, more problems, more
Burn the down, down.