Luyện nghe bài hát By the Way

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