Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm 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 Apple
up in the candy car eating a candy bar
And my eating a candy apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at Cruiser
All of these on my neck "uh"
They have looked at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of
I drove some rims to court, I some twins before
I had a Benz
This is the sin
is the murder 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 Ak-ron
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
of y'all 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 talking up and down
N---a, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, what the people 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, 'plex

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

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

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

shawty now coming from B.K

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

I entitled to titles

Fuck it, man, I the title

My is

I'm at your throat chloraseptic, 'septic

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

Ben with a pen, body it again
I begin your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, embodiment of sin
Like a in the Taliban plotting an event
In the of the Intercontinental
With an intent
And I not even relent up on a little
Like with a rhyme under the bin

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

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

Something's gotta give, for sure

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

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

Did your little reaction and talked over songs

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

a powder cake, I draw inspiration out of hate
Real pain in the paper, I trace
But if I strange and out of place
'cause I'm an alien,
that's why I write the page is outta space, yeah

From 7 in Novara
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 time in this world,
So rewind it to your high school
To the night

If you think you're promised tomorrow,
Now I'm to fool again
This tune is sick, luminous, the moon is lit
A freaking lunatic, a computer chip
And I'm soon to stick a in the uterus

Of Hooter's chick
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
me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super in it
How many fucking did I go through?
I out and you won't admit I smoked
And you was bound, hell bound in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to like 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 is if I let myself down
But the fuck have I awoke to?
Time to eat the and shit out Pro Tools
I know you want me to ill out, don't you?
the old Slim's gonna spill out open
Fire on your whole camp this s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand with a tan
And practically cut my
fan base in half and outsold you
You just my shit trash
God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I like the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking that garbage hotter crap
Where's content at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, this and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, I'ma launch it at 'em
from the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, be back
And I am, I'll be at your fucking throat like chloraseptic