Luyện nghe bài hát Can It Be (freestyle)

Now is only gettin funky,
Ask mommy i'm a come and laugh for me.
Hit the fame wit soul than a sad junkie.
This ol cracker shit on like bad plumming.
It's overgrown but couldnt hide my path from me.
I'm in the truck you seen the white trash coming.
Fuck a bitch im trash honey, walkin wit my pointed at her throat like a mad mummy.
Laugh suckas the track, mash money.
Bank wads and jobs could get the cash from me.
everybody like a wall to a crash dummy,
Jesus i mean a car to the last coming.
A cheetah never seen fast running, like i do rap honey, cant you hear the echo to the brass humming.
I want it all I want the something,if there's 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 full of mayo and glass clumsy im drunk off a glass of brass monkey.
Givin up is like givin my dad money, im 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 carry family.
(Say Howdy)
How ya doin out
(Hello)
Can it be it was all so simple?
(Man im sorry)
Does anybody fuckin care?

And im like a fuckin fetus between the knees of a cheetah, killed by the coathanger my throat rangled i breath in this mic,
reachin for credit but im 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 worth adidas and gold chains and fedoras and all that come for the reason.
To be a of the leaders the preachers and money seekers.
Thatll turn my project come into a fuckin platinum leaker, or at least come on i mean i'm not a golden retriever.
But i receive the even 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 sheeps illegal i need the sheep to be smarter, im a martyr but im not a creep you know when you see the eagle.
The script and the seven seagrams the sip and the is lethal, but a drunk bird in flights like a baby drivin a regal.
But maybe the babys fright and my flight is only a piece of the story 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 it all i fix roofs and i fix heaters,
so i never stay cold for 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 beam to me, is a jim beam high hi beam how ya be?
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