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 smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Apple
Pull up in the candy car a candy bar
And my girl eating a apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at Cruiser
All of these stones on my "uh"
They must looked at Medusa
Rasputia of course
I some rims to court, I fucked some twins before
I had a Benz
is the sin report
This is the murder murder, the burner, Em
Your money shorter 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, this a accident
King like
I run the again
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of y'all my sons, aww, at little JR
F-12 same Kate Moss, ugh
I'm talking in the pot
I'm talking and you not
I'm bricks and you not
I'm talking straight up and
N---a, like 6
This is the equinox, this what the people
at the door, I heard 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, next

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

Do me a favor, don't do me no
These got flavors
all wanna smoke but ain't doing no labor
But they shopping at (?), they stinging tasers
Act Hollywood they play for the Lakers
fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be that yayo
If you don't home that nigga
on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up like it's mayo
Every is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your head I'm Ayo
Out of world, talking NATO
(?), don't be an
'Cause I got shooters shoot when I say so, like Lord
be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain't break no
High school, n----s ate your
Might dumb it a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s hate day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with these Dre "yeah"
Or I might go "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
but love from 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, with
This s--t I wrote is on some s--t, next s--t
I'm at your throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless,

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

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

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

Something's gotta give, for sure

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

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

Did little reaction videos and talked over songs

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

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

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

We for the stars, yeah
'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 to fool again
This tune is sick, 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 like a Mint
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 admit I
And you was bound, hell bound in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound like else out?
I don't get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales
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?
the old Slim's gonna spill out open
Fire on your whole camp with this s--t I you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand 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 at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani "yeah"
I just added to the fuel in my pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma it at 'em
from the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your throat like chloraseptic