Luyện nghe bài hát Can It Be (freestyle)

Now is only gettin funky,
Ask mommy i'm a fool and laugh for me.
Hit the fame wit soul than a sad junkie.
This ol cracker on rappers like bad plumming.
It's overgrown but they couldnt my path from me.
I'm in the you shoulda seen the white trash coming.
Fuck a bitch im trash honey, wit my hands pointed at her throat like a mad mummy.
Laugh around the track, mash money.
Bank wads and paint jobs get the cash from me.
Treat everybody like a to a crash dummy,
i mean it's a car to the last coming.
A cheetah never seen this fast running, like i do rap honey, cant you hear the to the brass humming.
I want it all I want the last something,if something to be got I wanna get the got and leave the rats nothing.
And if the god got got by the monkey,
I am a gorilla the bean, that's hungry.
Hungry enough to eat a burrito of mayo and glass clumsy when im drunk off a glass of brass monkey.
Givin up is like my dad money, im better off givin up, cause ill never see back the cash from him.
Family value is a drag sonny, when youre from alabama, even grandmas lookin for that money.

(Hello)
Bootleg Yelawolf family.
(Say Howdy)
How ya out there?
(Hello)
Can it be it was all so simple?
(Man im sorry)
Does anybody really fuckin

And im back like a fetus between the knees of a cheetah, killed by the coathanger my throat rangled i breath in this mic,
reachin for credit but im really reachin for cleavage, from the bitch of the rap game i want milk, i wont believe it if you say i dont deserve im worth it, im adidas and gold chains and fedoras and all that come for the reason.
To be a part of the the preachers and money seekers.
Thatll turn my come into a fuckin platinum leaker, or gold at least come on i mean i'm not a golden retriever.
But i receive the gold if i win by a needle.
The people winnin i see em i got em im on heel, with the tank and a militia with a mission like Steven Siegel.
Deceivin the illegal i need the sheep to be smarter, im a martyr but im not a creep you should know when you see the eagle.
The script and the seven the sip and the shine is lethal, but a drunk bird in flights like a baby drivin a regal.
But the babys fright and my flight is only a piece of the story cause im not boring im an entertainer to the people.
In your brain like i thought, im the prince to the Sheila cause Sheila's my momma, and this purple reign in my roof leaks to the bucket but fuck it all i fix and i fix heaters,
so i never cold for long im too strong im a two seater in a used beamer with a corvette engine on an empty street wit a nitrous tank but the night is blank and i got no high beams to see.
But a high beam to me, is a jim high hi beam how ya be?
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