Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm the tabernacle
It's the return of the snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my smack you "woo!"
In a fight, I aim at your Adam's Apple
Pull up in the candy car eating a bar
And my girl eating a apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their
All of stones on my neck "uh"
They must have at Medusa
Rasputia of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked twins before
I had a before
is the sin report
This is the murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than an
Big when I'm backing in
Ladi-dadi, got a of bodies, n---a
Faking, nigga, human "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this a accident
King like
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 talking in the pot
I'm talking and you not
I'm bricks and you not
I'm talking straight up and
N---a, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this what the want
Somebody at the door, I heard the knock, uh

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

Do me a favor, do me no favors
b-----s got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain't no labor
But they shopping at (?), they stinging 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 sniffing yayo
If you don't take that nigga
Swagger on 10 a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up like it's mayo
track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off head like I'm Ayo
Out of world, talking NATO
(?), don't be an
'Cause I got that shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no
Real nigga, you ain't break no
High school, n----s ate your
Might it down a little, but I ain't no fool
hate every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I might go "yeah"
These niggas too lazy
Don't ever, ever, ever try to 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 like chloraseptic,

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

Ben Ladin with a pen, it again
I begin slaughtering men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, embodiment of sin
a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the lobby of the
With an obvious
And I will not relent up on a little
Like Osama a rhyme 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 can't you be like Huh?
Why you always gotta smack a
likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort

Something's give, that's for sure

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

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

Did your little reaction videos and talked over

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

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

From 7 Mile in
To "how can I be down?" all of us pile 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 tomorrow, yeah
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 broom in the

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 like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, time for you to get screwed
Empty the 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 bound in my
But am I s'posed to sound like everything else
'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 care is if I let myself
But the fuck have I awoke to?
Time to eat the and shit out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, don't
Hoping the old Slim's gonna spill out
Fire on your camp with this s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the I wrote you
Then I a stand with a tan face
And practically cut my
fan base in half and outsold you
You just called my shit
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
your content at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé and Kehlani that "yeah"
I added to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, I'ma launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the embryonic sac
To the bodybag, be back
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking like chloraseptic