Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic

nature,
to bring the anguish (yeah) to the English
With this ink, you haters get wrote on like a piece of
This rap got me travelin' place
to place, you barely your house
'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's
Yeah, why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out
Simon Cowell's rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so
Why your bound got tied around your throat
it your mouth, go "HRUHHH"

That's what it's when the mic is out
'Cause I'm tearin' at your dead
'Til your larynx and neck are
With lyrics, weapons expert with
Like hair extensions, extra
And you're to effin' death of it
Bitch, you're starin' at a legend
In a pair of Sketchers, ripped
And hoodie black, be strapped to a chair or stretcher
Electric, swear on record, bitch
Finger so high in the air, I bet your senses
Like a barometric switch
Carin' less who I with this
I'm at neck like Pez dispense

Go 'head, spit flow, bitch...

I'm at your throat chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with

shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah

And I'll a hundred of you, hundred of you
All at like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?

My for destruction is loose, destruction is loose
And all at once to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew
to chew

Yeah, uh
And still conjoined at the hip hop
Still on point and
as Floyd is
And it's and still no filter, boy
put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy
You ain't in the buldin', boy
I will destroy shit, even as I it
Get the drill bit, pen is filled poison
Which is the source, to still pinpoint it
Like what? a real thin joint, it
What? on Quilted Northern
And what? In a toilet
Yeah, bitch I you I'm a dog (woof, woof)

I wouldn't with ointment
Way I'm kickin' these tails
Should write a children's (yeah)
voices in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill
And some real
Off what? Off the of going in
Like? Like your bitch when she gives me
Like she I'm dumb

Grabs the crown of my dick and me to kingdom come
'Til I feel

She iller noises

When she's with me, be from the Windy City
Pretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. blowin' me

'Cause like Kandor and two, rippin' the in two, woo!
Dick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue Kolonopins
Would I go there, you wouldn't?
Well, I have a few views, and comment on you

not YouTube, 'cause...

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic,
And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with
This shit I is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah

a has-been
That has been the since back when
You last went and threw hat in the race
You've trash
your raps in the trash bin
Or end up in my next
You're a fuckboy, so next
It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez
With a against Rex Ryan, yeah!

Now me set it like correct time
All you get is sloppy seconds a Timex time
I rejects into the next line
reckless, that is just my
suit, but you can get my
Columbian tie
Prostitute just climb in the Humvee and lets
Why you at night?
I put an end to life (sex crime)
aside, insidious vibe
Girl, you know you got the prettiest
But all getting is bribe
Ending life to try to get you inside
we gon' end up spending the night
And I'm skinning your like an Indian tribe

What kind of nut drives a truck
Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, her

Up, up, cuts, slices her twice
But the muff must just like it rough
Fuck in her vagina, blood

up, under thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh
Music,
Enthusi', instead of
Goal is to get a floozie the jacuzzi

And a loosie, goosey as coozie is with an Uzi

But I am to rap what blue mean to Bruce Springsteen
me be, I'm truTV, you're too PG
I'm D, you're spoony, G

No there, just notice there are no similarities that we share
Besides the we breathe air
Happily married, to rap and I'm glad that we
The hatchet and it up
Now I'm to ratchet up my attack
And I'm at your mothafuckin' like...

Chloraseptic,
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with
This shit I is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at your throat, I'm reckless, reckless, yeah

And I'll a hundred of you, hundred of you
All at once like I had nothin' to lose, can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose, is loose
And all at just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew
Somethin' to