Luyện nghe bài hát Butch & Sundance

[Verse 1:
my brother despite the two mothers
Butch and Sundance trot, to you fuckers
You feel the wind of excellence before we enter in the
So assume your position of the natural coon
When we other rappers, pew, need to starting soon
The wolves are howling at the moon, your time never come soon
Markie, [?], me and the bad boy
The petty thoughts of the when we rhyme, become void
The game of life, the game of
[?] you can't take it, rappers it til they make it
And it's mirrors of naked, your lady are Rasputin
Of the evolution and all the issues you confusing
And we are the
Yo, rhymes

[Verse 2: Rhymes]
I'm on, black, you know a wrap
And despite all the you taught me you niggas is wack
Fuck that, fuck with us, bitch, them is [?]
me your ass, stack it up all on a nigga and now ass clap
Don't get your ass clapped trying to be like the next
Go ahead move, try to prove something I test
A couple of you looking niggas some fufu's
niggas is too cool, you niggas is through
See we with it, homie, look, we clearing the bar out
Toasting, celebrating and we drinking 'til we out
While I'm with a strong shine, bitch, you it's Bust' Rhymes
Let me explain, (no), I'm fucking with the
That's it, the time, we rock on and on
You rhyme wrong, everything about you gone
in the front, heard you got my back
I'mma put the drug back in the street like crack

[Verse 3:
One for the and two for the creator
The remains saying, debating who's came the greater
For now let's set the gate up, the motivator
Couldn't cut it with a fader and Grandmaster was your
'Til the [?] dissing [?] single-handed
The vision is unless every man understand it
You sweet 16's for [?] creams
My mom's got legendary genes that brought me
You virtual robotic, I got the product
follow like the hobbit cause crowd could never top it
And your trash is not the topic, we you can't rock it
Well, shit the topic is none of you niggas can stop it
Indeed, we do it, you know we went through it
Here's a [?] to prove it if you listen to the
If you listen to the music you should've get it better
It's the Abstract and the and we doing this together

[Verse 3: Busta
Do it together, do it
grand, imperial rhymes, finish billing your crimes
Oh shit, verse, get in line first
For it's worth, did it all, did it first
Niggas mad, sick thirst, hit 'em bad 'til it hurt
the land, pick the turf
The fuck is up? We getting work
I still be on my eating niggas' food, bitch
I'm in the [?]
Bet they that shit, better forfeit
And forklift niggas like I'm throwing them off
It's all horseshit, bang niggas like
Want the [?], well, I won't allow any
Raw spit, you out acting like they important
You off niggas, get to expecting loss quick
Abort this, identify the God as your
For how you funny niggas be looking you an
Beat niggas head, your very assaulted
The cost is whatever the niggas want, the boss, kid