Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm talking the
the return of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, my woman smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at Adam's Apple
Pull up in the candy car a candy bar
And my girl a candy apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their
All of stones on my neck "uh"
They must have looked at
Pockets of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked twins before
I had a Benz
is the sin report
This is the murder, pass the burner, Em
money shorter than an acronym
Big body when I'm in
Ladi-dadi, got a of bodies, n---a
Faking, nigga, trafficking "woo"
I'm on the Act again, ain't a accident
like Ak-ron
I run the trap
You on the "treadmill"
Never, shit came with a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the car
Most of y'all my sons, aww, look at JR
F-12 same color Moss, ugh
I'm wrist in the pot
I'm talking and you not
I'm talking and you not
I'm talking up and down
N---a, like 6
This is the equinox, this what the people
Somebody at the door, I the speaker knock, uh

I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with

This s--t I wrote is on some next s--t, s--t

I'm at throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless, yeah

Do me a favor, don't do me no
These got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain't no labor
But they shopping at (?), they stinging tasers
Act Hollywood they play for the Lakers
They fly on the
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
That chicken, lobster,
You must be that yayo
If you don't take home that
Swagger on 10 a day old
a-okay though, whipping up whip like it's mayo
Every track is a K.O., nigga, K.O
Go off your head I'm Ayo
Out of this world, talking
(?), be an a-hole
I got shooters that shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't no dues
nigga, you ain't break no rules
High school, n----s ate food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no
hate every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I go crazy "yeah"
These too g-----n lazy
ever, ever, ever try to play me

Lil' now coming from B.K

But I'm tryna come up Jay Z
Nothing but love my heart

I feel to titles

Fuck it, man, I the title

My is

I'm at your throat chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with
This s--t I is on some next s--t, next s--t
I'm at throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless, yeah

Ben Ladin with a pen, body it
I begin slaughtering men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, golly of sin
Like a in the Taliban plotting an event
In the lobby of the
an obvious intent
And I not even relent up on a little
Osama with a rhyme under the bin

And down the of the Pentagon
And hit a with a rental, stop!
and forth, back and forth

Like Jack Kevorkian's a-s in
Rap mature, why can't you be like Huh?
Why you gotta smack a w---e?
It's likely the ward's a last resort

gotta give, that's for sure

Yet you keep coming for more
Not as raw as I was, "Walk on Water"
Bitch, suck my

Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you it
So you your verdict
While you sat with your crossed

Did little reaction videos and talked over songs

Nah, dog, y'all I lost it, your fucking marbles are gone
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the

Braings a powder cake, I inspiration out of hate
pain in the paper, I don't trace
But if I strange and out of place
It's I'm an alien,
why I write 'til the page is outta space, yeah

From 7 in Novara
To "how can I be down?" all of us tryna in the car, yeah

We shot for the stars,
'Cause we only got so much in this world, yeah
So rewind it to your high school
To the before

If you think you're promised tomorrow,
Now I'm 'bout to again
This is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
A freaking lunatic, a human chip
And I'm to stick a broom in the uterus

Of your chick
If I was you I do nothing stupid due to the mood I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed like a Mint
Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get
the lubricant and put super glue in it
How many rappers did I go through?
I spelled out and you won't I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound everything else out?
'Cause I don't get compared to it, only now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales
But the only way I care is if I let myself
But the fuck have I awoke to?
Time to eat the vocals and out Pro Tools
I know you want me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's gonna out open
Fire on your whole camp with this I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a with a tan face
And practically cut my
fan base in half and outsold you
You just called my shit
Thank God, I rap better when the are stacked
Revival's wack, I like the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking that garbage hotter crap
your content at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, this and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just added to the in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, I'ma launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your throat like chloraseptic