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 the pic you buying bitch and so stitch you logo
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 Michael
Call me what you want but still never call me
They will call you dead and I will call you
The loss with Jesus we be will be we'll be you home
An rap [?] what 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 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, problems, more butane
the motherfucker down, down,

Life's a so I'm mack on her immaculate
I don't wear no market 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, taking casualties
Like Columbine I'm for mine [?]
Killing them or killing me, this is my
Iller than the iller then the illest be, I will spit this illest shit, from right to infinity
I reach 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 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 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 hands up if you do say
[?] and we both Husain
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 dick
Make a
I'm the knife, I'm 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 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 alone 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 up on the Titanic as it's going down

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 your up if you do say
[?] and we like Husain
More money, more problems, more
Burn the down, down.