Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
'em to church, I'm talking the tabernacle
It's the of the body snatcher
in the spot, make my woman smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Adam's
up in the candy car eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a apple
Yuh, I their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of stones on my neck "uh"
They must have at Medusa
Rasputia of course
I drove some to court, I fucked some twins before
I had a before
is the sin report
This is the murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money than an acronym
Big body I'm backing in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies,
Faking, nigga, trafficking "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this ain't a
King like
I run the again
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came with a Ferris "g-----n"
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the car
of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JR
F-12 color Kate Moss, ugh
I'm talking in the pot
I'm this and you not
I'm talking and you not
I'm talking straight up and
N---a, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this what the want
at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh

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

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

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

Do me a favor, don't do me no
These b-----s got
They all wanna smoke but ain't doing no
But they at (?), they stinging like tasers
Act Hollywood like they 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 nigga
on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up like it's mayo
track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off head like I'm Ayo
Out of world, talking NATO
(?), don't be an
'Cause I got shooters that shoot I say so, like Lord
be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain't break no
High school, ate your food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I might go "yeah"
niggas too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, try to play me

Lil' shawty now from B.K

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

I entitled to titles

it, man, I want the title

My is

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic,

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

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

And the middle of the Pentagon
And hit a kindergartener a rental, stop!
Back and forth, and forth

Jack Kevorkian's a-s in court
Rap mature, why you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always gotta smack a
It's the psychiatric ward's a last resort

Something's gotta give, that's for

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

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

Did your little reaction videos and talked songs

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

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

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

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

If you you're promised tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm 'bout to fool
This is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
A lunatic, a human computer chip
And I'm soon to stick a in the uterus

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