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 store
It's so perfect, a photo
And take the pic you buying bitch and so stitch you
Bitch you the quatro, but my girl Mercedes
the Audi say the quatro was a [?]
You can put on killer kill or fat boy or just
me what you want but still never call me rival
They will call you and I will call you gone
The loss with Jesus we be be we'll be calling 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 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 your up if you do say
[?] and we like Husain
money, more problems, more butane
Burn the down, down,

a bitch so I'm mack on her immaculate
I don't wear no market watches to accurate
My rhymes accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my diction
To the masses this perfection is perform through practices
This prostitutes to mattresses this shit just come naturally
ass osamas, bamas, taking many casualties
Like Columbine I'm for mine [?]
Killing them or me, this is my senility
Iller than the iller then the 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 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 from my partner T-I-P
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
Spit fire, main true like the flame, like the blue slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see your up if you do say
[?] and we both like
More money, more problems, more
Burn the 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' closer to Christ, ya just find a design to your life, the angel hair 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 again clutching a loaded glock soaked in chromium hoping the thought police just don't bust in my home again
is tough, you'll 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 what my mother I'll become
Star spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run, getting now
Maybe our society's supposed to
Middle finger up on the Titanic as going down

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 like Husain
More money, more problems, more
the motherfucker down, down.