Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Instrumental)

[Featuring:

Mike:]
Looking for the truth, it's me,
polo to the floor, go even at the grocery store
It's so perfect, take a
And take the pic you buying bitch and so stitch you
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 just
Call me you want but still never call me rival
They will you dead and I will call you gone
The loss with we be will be we'll be calling you home
An underground rap [?] what I'm to be
Then I will be the and you ain't shit to me

We won, we the ones with the 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 both like
More money, more problems, more
Burn the down, down,

a bitch so I'm mack on her immaculate
I don't wear no market watches to accurate
My rhymes actually accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my
To the masses this perfection is perform through many
like prostitutes to mattresses this shit just come naturally
Easy ass osamas, bamas, taking many
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 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 from my partner T-I-P
Every time, travel back to 95, in a 63 Impala, playing Cuban Linx

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 both Husain
More money, more problems, more
Burn the down, down,

Yo, I'm a with a grin, I will shit on your kids
Get a light, get a grip, get a hold of my dick
a wish
I'm the knife, I'm nothin' that's nicer 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 12 bricks I'm a Sphinx, snort so much my nose just broke off, think
I'm alone again clutching a glock 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 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, getting now
Maybe our society's to drown
Middle finger up on the 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 hands up if you do say
[?] and we both like
More money, problems, more butane
the motherfucker down, down.