Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Instrumental)

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[Killer
for the truth, yeah it's me,
Everythang to the floor, go even at the grocery store
It's so perfect, take a
And take the pic you buying 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 or fat boy or just Michael
Call me what you want but still call me rival
They will you dead and I will call you gone
The loss with Jesus we be will be we'll be calling you
An underground rap [?] what I'm to be
Then I be the shit and you ain't shit to me

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, problems, more butane
Burn the down, down,

Life's a bitch so I'm on her immaculate
I don't wear no watches Rolexes to accurate
My rhymes actually accurate, meaning I fiction in my diction
To the masses this perfection is perform through many
This prostitutes to mattresses this shit just come naturally
ass osamas, bamas, taking many 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, right here to infinity
Till I reach the dirt, I will the earth endlessly
for the [?] ain't nobody lyrically, as I'll as me
As eazy e, come back the A-I-D-S yes, get a beat from E-O-P, ghostwritten from my partner T-I-P cube
time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, playing Cuban Linx

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

Yo, I'm a grinch with a grin, I will shit on your
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 angel hair 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 again clutching a loaded glock soaked in chromium hoping the thought police don't bust in my home again
Life is tough, you'll get snuffed on the buff so dystopian, rough, rough, the call 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 supposed to drown
Middle up on the Titanic as it's going down

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