Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Instrumental)

[Featuring:

Mike:]
Looking for the truth, it's me,
Everythang to the floor, go even at the grocery store
It's so perfect, a photo
And take the pic you bitch and so stitch you logo
you with the quatro, but my girl Mercedes
With the Audi say the was a [?]
You can put on killer or fat boy or just Michael
Call me what you but still never call me rival
They will call you dead and I will call you
The loss with Jesus we be will be 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 with the champagne, champagne
At the end of our
Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, like the slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see your up if you do say
[?] and we like Husain
More money, more problems, butane
the motherfucker down, down,

Life's a bitch so I'm on her immaculate
I don't wear no market watches Rolexes to
My rhymes actually accurate, meaning I fiction in my diction
To the masses this perfection is through many practices
This like prostitutes to mattresses shit just come naturally
ass osamas, bamas, taking many casualties
Like I'm down for mine [?]
Killing them or killing me, this is my
Iller than the iller then the illest be, I will spit this shit, from right here to infinity
Till I reach the dirt, I will search the endlessly
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 from E-O-P, ghostwritten from my T-I-P cube
time, travel 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 true 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 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 might just find a design to your life, the hair short of the divine love
I stink, I just stunk up a truck with 12 bricks I'm a Sphinx, snort so much my just broke off, think
I'm alone again clutching a loaded glock soaked in chromium hoping the thought just don't bust in my home again
Life is tough, you'll get snuffed on the buff so dystopian, rough, rough, hear the 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
our society's supposed to drown
Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's down

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