Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm the tabernacle
It's the return of the body
Walk in the spot, make my woman you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Apple
Pull up in the car eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a apple
Yuh, I line ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these stones on my "uh"
They must have at Medusa
Pockets of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked some twins
I had a Benz
is the sin report
This is the murder murder, the burner, Em
money shorter than an acronym
Big body I'm backing in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies,
Faking, nigga, human "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this a accident
like Ak-ron
I run the again
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit with a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of my sons, aww, look at little JR
F-12 same color Moss, ugh
I'm wrist in the pot
I'm this and you not
I'm talking and you not
I'm straight 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 throat like chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with

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

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

Lil' shawty now coming B.K

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

I feel entitled to

it, man, I want the title

My is

I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic

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

Ben Ladin with a pen, body it
I begin slaughtering your men, shoulda been
Ali of the spin, embodiment 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
Like Osama a rhyme under the bin

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

Like Kevorkian's a-s in court
Rap mature, why can't you be like Macklemore?
Why you always gotta a w---e?
It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last

Something's gotta give, that's for

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 your
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 cadence the same

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

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

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

If you think you're tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm 'bout to again
This tune is sick, 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 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 fucking rappers did I go through?
I spelled out and you won't admit I
And you was smell bound, hell in my snowsuit
But am I to sound like everything else out?
'Cause I don't get compared to it, myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales
But the only way I is if I let myself down
But what the fuck have I to?
Time to eat the vocals and out Pro Tools
I you still want me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's gonna spill out
Fire on your whole with this s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a with a tan face
And practically cut my
fan base in and still outsold you
You just called my trash
Thank God, I rap better when the odds are
wack, I don't like the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking that garbage like hotter
Where's your content at? with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé this and that "yeah"
I just added to the fuel in my pack
'Til I'm to respond, then 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