Luyện nghe bài hát By the Way

The fist to your face claiming Muhammad Ali
Fist full of
grated, gotta be P
Whimp you Jim faking, gotta be P aping
I sell rock, and clap canons
I'm old school like white rock soda and
is a starving artist
I gain a lot of cause a nigga eating regardless
You a target, and talk about
You a employee, a good guy
And ain't wrong with that, nigga
Ain't nothing wrong with
I make strong with rap, nigga
And guess what, the next up
He make a song for shit
West
But I can make death ring doorbell next, kid
I told y'all I'm the family, chill
Don't on a phone call, it'll get your family killed
Gotta be who bodied the
Brownsville ill, gotta be on
Gotta be -- what the is you on?
Popping pills, chopping krills -- what the fuck is you
Gotta be the rapper to spit it
Gotta let these niggas know who still live it, P
It be P snapping
The fifth to your face, shake, I be relapsing
Spit in your face, maybe gotta be P
Gift from the eight? Great, it gotta be P
I can't around you bitch niggas
beam make your team steam like a
fish
But the new burgandy
With new kicks straight from Munich,
My net worth be your neck jerk
whenever, wherever the sket burst
The fabulous flow
Yo, your whole dead, toe tag on the floor
of speech, rappers play pretend with the beats
Hit with the knife, goodnight, then I 'em to sleep
And the kit is like the General Lee