Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic

nature,
to bring the anguish (yeah) to the language
this ink, you haters get wrote on like a piece of paper
This rap shit got me place
to place, you barely leave your
'Cause you're always at your pad, it's stationary
Yeah, why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out
Cowell's rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook
Why your bound notebook got around your throat
it inside mouth, go "HRUHHH"

That's what it's when the mic is out
'Cause I'm at your fleshful dead
'Til larynx and neck are split
With these lyrics, weapons expert
hair extensions, extra clips
And scared to effin' death of it
Bitch, starin' at a legend that
In a of Sketchers, sweatshirt ripped
And hoodie black, should be strapped to a chair or
Electric, on every record, bitch
so high in the air, I bet your senses flip
Like a barometric pressure
Carin' less who I with this
I'm at your neck like Pez

Go 'head, your flow, bitch...

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic,

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

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

And take 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 just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to
Somethin' to

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

I wouldn't heal ointment
Way I'm kickin' these fairies
Should a children's storybook (yeah)
Million voices in my head, but still get a bit of thrill
And some enjoyment
Off Off the feel of going in
Like? Like bitch when she gives me brain
Like she thinks I'm

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

She makes noises

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

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

not YouTube, 'cause...

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

You're a
That has been the case back when
You last went and threw your hat in the
been trash
Stick raps in the trash bin
Or end up in my next
a fuckboy, so next time
It's gonna be heads like Dez Bryant
a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan, yeah!

Now watch me set it correct time
All you get is sloppy like a Timex time
I clock rejects into the line
Talkin' reckless, is just my
suit, but you can get my
Columbian tie
Prostitute just in the Humvee and lets ride
Why you at night?
I put an end to life (sex crime)
Kidding aside, insidious
Girl, you know you got the eyes
But all you're is bribe
your life to try to get you inside
Then we gon' end up spending the
And I'm skinning your hide an Indian tribe

kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck
Finds a slut, to surprise her, cuffs, ties her

Up, binds up, cuts, slices her
But the muff diver must just it rough
right in her vagina, blood

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

And have a loosie, goosey as coozie is an Uzi

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

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

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

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