Luyện nghe bài hát By the Way

The to your face claiming Muhammad Ali shaking
Fist of chips
grated, be P caking
Whimp you with Jim faking, gotta be P
I white rock, and clap canons
I'm old school like white rock soda and
Sean is a starving
I a lot of weight cause a nigga eating regardless
You a target, and talk bullseye
You a employee, a good guy
And ain't nothing wrong that, nigga
Ain't nothing wrong with
I make something strong rap, nigga
And what, the nigga next up
He make a song for shit
Cornell
But I can make death ring doorbell next, kid
I told y'all I'm the family, chill
Don't sleep on a phone call, 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 -- the fuck 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 fifth to your face, shake, I be relapsing
Spit in your face, maybe be P laughing
Gift the eight? Great, it gotta be P clapping
I can't around you bitch niggas
Emph beam make team steam like a
fish
But the new shit
With new kicks straight Munich, Germany
My net worth be making neck jerk
Expert whenever, wherever the burst
The most fabulous
Yo, your whole shit dead, toe tag on the
Villain of speech, rappers play with the beats
Hit with the knife, goodnight, then I 'em to sleep
And the kit is like the Confederate Lee