Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic

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

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

Go 'head, your flow, bitch...

I'm at your throat chloraseptic, 'septic

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

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

And I'll take a hundred of you, 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, to chew
to chew

Yeah, uh
And conjoined at the hip with 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 shit, even as I build it
Get the drill bit, pen is filled with
Which is the source, easy to still it
Like what? Like a real joint, it
What? Comes on Northern
And what? In a built-in
Yeah, bitch I you I'm a dog (woof, woof)

I heal with ointment
Way I'm kickin' these fairies
write a children's storybook (yeah)
Million in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill
And real enjoyment
Off what? Off the feel of in
Like? your bitch when she gives me brain
Like she I'm dumb

Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to come
I feel anointed

She makes noises

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

like Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo!
Dick is a bargain or two, now I'm blue like Kolonopins
Would you? I go there, you
Well, I have a few views, and comment on you

not YouTube, 'cause...

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

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

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

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

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

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

And have a loosie, as coozie is with an Uzi

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

No diss there, just notice there are no that we share
the fact we breathe air
Happily married, to rap and I'm glad we buried
The and patched 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 with, 'plex with
This shit I wrote is on some 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 appetite for is loose, destruction is loose
And all at just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew
to chew