Luyện nghe bài hát Butane (Instrumental)

[Featuring:

[Killer
Looking for the truth, it's me,
Everythang polo to the floor, go at the grocery store
It's so perfect, a photo
And take the pic you buying bitch and so you logo
Bitch you with the quatro, but my girl
With the Audi say the was a [?]
You can put on kill or fat boy or just Michael
Call me what you want but still never me rival
They will you dead 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 be the shit and you ain't shit to me

We won, we the ones 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 hands up if you do say
[?] and we like Husain
More money, more problems, more
the motherfucker down, down,

Life's a bitch so I'm mack on her
I don't wear no market Rolexes to accurate
My actually accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my diction
To the masses this perfection is perform through many
This like prostitutes to mattresses shit just come naturally
Easy ass osamas, bamas, many casualties
Like Columbine I'm down for [?]
them or killing 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 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 T-I-P cube
Every time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, playing Linx

We won, we the ones with the 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 like
More money, more problems, 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 of my dick bitch
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 with 12 bricks I'm a Sphinx, snort so much my just broke off, think
I'm alone again clutching a loaded soaked in chromium hoping the thought police just don't bust in my home again
Life is tough, you'll get snuffed on the so dystopian, rough, rough, hear the call of the copper mutts on the hunt,
What the fuck, is not what my mother said I'll become
Star spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run, closer now
our society's supposed to drown
Middle finger up on the Titanic as going down

We won, we the ones with the champagne,
At the end of our
Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, like the blue
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let me see your up if you do say
[?] and we both Husain
More money, problems, more butane
the motherfucker down, down.