Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
'em to church, I'm talking the tabernacle
It's the return of the snatcher
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 eating a candy apple
Yuh, I line ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these stones on my "uh"
They have looked at Medusa
Pockets of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked twins before
I had a Benz
is the sin report
This is the murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter 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, ain't a accident
like Ak-ron
I run the trap
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came with a Ferris "g-----n"
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the car
Most of y'all my sons, aww, at little JR
F-12 same Kate Moss, ugh
I'm wrist in the pot
I'm talking and you not
I'm bricks and you not
I'm straight up and down
N---a, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, what the people want
Somebody at the door, I the speaker knock, uh

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

This s--t I wrote is on 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 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 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 it's mayo
Every is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off head like I'm Ayo
Out of this world, NATO
(?), don't be an
'Cause I got shooters shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you paid no dues
nigga, you ain't break no rules
High school, n----s ate food
Might dumb it 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 niggas too lazy
Don't ever, ever, try to play me

shawty now coming from B.K

But I'm tryna come up Jay Z
but love from my heart

I feel entitled to

it, man, I want the title

My is

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

Ben Ladin with a pen, it again
I slaughtering your men, prolly shoulda been
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 will not even up on a little
Like Osama with a under the bin

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

Like Jack a-s in court
Rap mature, why you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always gotta a w---e?
It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last

Something's gotta give, for sure

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

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

Did your little reaction and talked over songs

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

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

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

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

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

Of your Hooter's
If I was you I do nothing stupid due to the mood 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 super in it
How many fucking rappers did I go
I spelled out and you won't I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound like everything else
'Cause I don't get to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather and sales down
But the way I care is if I let myself down
But what the fuck I awoke to?
Time to eat the vocals and out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, you?
Hoping the old Slim's gonna spill out
Fire on your whole with this s--t I wrote you
So out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a with a tan face
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in half and outsold you
You called my shit trash
Thank God, I rap better when the are stacked
Revival's wack, I don't the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking that garbage hotter crap
your content at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, this and Kehlani that "yeah"
I added to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma it at 'em
Idiotic from the embryonic sac
To the bodybag, be back
And when I am, be at your fucking throat like chloraseptic