Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm talking the
It's the return of the snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my 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 eating a apple
Yuh, I line ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these on my neck "uh"
They must have looked at
Rasputia of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked some twins
I had a before
This is the sin
This is the murder murder, the burner, Em
Your money shorter an acronym
Big body I'm backing in
Ladi-dadi, got a of bodies, n---a
Faking, nigga, human "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this ain't a
King like
I run the trap
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland came with a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the car
Most of my sons, aww, look at little JR
same color Kate Moss, ugh
I'm wrist in the pot
I'm talking and you not
I'm talking and you not
I'm straight up and down
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 chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with

s--t I wrote is on some next 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 no labor
But they shopping at (?), they stinging tasers
Act Hollywood like they for the Lakers
fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
That chicken, lobster,
You must be sniffing yayo
If you don't take home that
on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up whip like mayo
Every is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your like I'm Ayo
Out of world, talking NATO
(?), be an a-hole
'Cause I got shooters that when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no
Real nigga, you break no rules
High school, n----s ate food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no
N----s hate day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I go crazy "yeah"
These niggas too g-----n
Don't ever, ever, try to play me

shawty now coming from B.K

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

I feel entitled to

Fuck it, man, I want the

My is

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic,

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

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

And down the middle of the
And hit a kindergartener a rental, stop!
and forth, back and forth

Like Kevorkian's a-s in court
Rap mature, why you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always smack a w---e?
It's likely the psychiatric 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 and had a fit 'fore you heard it
So you formed verdict
you sat with your arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked over

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

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

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

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

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

Of your Hooter's
If I was you I wouldn't do nothing stupid due to the I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed like a Junior
Show me who to rip, time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put glue in it
How many fucking did I go through?
I spelled out and you won't I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell bound in my
But am I s'posed to sound like everything else
I don't 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 what the fuck have I to?
Time to eat the vocals and out Pro Tools
I know you still me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's gonna out open
Fire on your whole camp with this s--t I you
So chill out, no you couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I a stand with a tan face
And cut my motherfucking
fan in half and still outsold you
You just called my shit
God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I like the "Zombie" track
Or when talking that garbage like hotter crap
Where's your content at? with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then launch it at 'em
from the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking throat like