Luyện nghe bài hát By the Way

The fist to your claiming Muhammad Ali shaking
full of chips
grated, gotta be P
Whimp you Jim faking, gotta be P aping
I sell rock, and clap canons
I'm old school white rock soda and backgammon
Sean is a artist
I a lot of weight cause a nigga eating regardless
You a target, and talk about
You a Target employee, a guy
And ain't wrong with that, nigga
Ain't nothing wrong this
I make something strong rap, nigga
And guess what, the next up
He can't make a song for
Cornell
But I can make death your doorbell next, kid
I told y'all I'm with the family,
Don't sleep on a phone call, get your family killed
Gotta be who bodied the
Cause Brownsville ill, be on
Gotta be -- what the is you on?
Popping pills, chopping krills -- what the is you doing?
Gotta be the rapper to spit it
Gotta let these niggas know who still live it, P
It be P snapping
The to your face, shake, I gotta be relapsing
in your face, maybe gotta be P laughing
Gift from the Great, it gotta be P clapping
I can't around you bitch niggas
Emph beam make your team like a
dinner
But the new burgandy
With new kicks straight Munich, Germany
My net worth be making your neck
whenever, wherever the sket burst
The most flow
Yo, your whole dead, toe tag on the floor
Villain of speech, rappers play pretend with the
Hit with the knife, goodnight, I send 'em to sleep
And the kit is like the Confederate Lee