Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
'em to church, I'm talking the tabernacle
It's the of the body snatcher
in the spot, make my woman smack you "woo!"
In a fight, I aim at your Adam's 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 stones on my neck "uh"
must have looked at Medusa
Pockets of course
I drove some rims to court, I some twins before
I had a before
is the sin report
This is the murder murder, the burner, Em
Your money shorter 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
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 color Kate Moss, ugh
I'm talking in the pot
I'm this 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 the speaker knock, uh

I'm at throat like 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

Do me a favor, do me no favors
These b-----s got
They all wanna smoke but doing no labor
But they shopping at (?), they stinging like
Act Hollywood like they for the Lakers
They fly on the
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
That chicken, lobster,
You must be sniffing that
If you don't home that nigga
on 10 since a day old
It's though, whipping up whip like it's mayo
track 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 that shoot I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no
Real nigga, you ain't no rules
High school, ate your food
Might it down a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I might go "yeah"
niggas too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, ever try to me

Lil' shawty now coming B.K

But I'm come up like 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 your throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless,

Ben Ladin with a pen, body it
I begin slaughtering men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, golly of sin
Like a in the Taliban plotting an event
In the of the Intercontinental
With an obvious
And I will not even relent up on a
Like Osama a rhyme under the bin

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

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

Something's give, that's for sure

Yet you coming back 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 your verdict
you sat with your arms crossed

Did your little videos 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 in the paper, I don't trace
But if I look and out of place
'cause I'm an alien,
that's why I 'til the page is outta space, yeah

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

We shot for the stars,
we only got so much time in this world, yeah
So it to your high school dance
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 a broom in the uterus

Of your Hooter's
If I was you I wouldn't do nothing stupid due to the I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get
the lubricant and put super glue in it
How many rappers did I go through?
I spelled out and you admit I smoked
And you was bound, hell bound in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to like everything else out?
I don't get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather and sales down
But the only way I care is if I let myself
But what the fuck I awoke to?
to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools
I know you want me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's gonna spill out
Fire on your whole camp with this I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I you
Then I a stand with a tan face
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in and still outsold you
You just called my shit
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
Where's your content at? What's with all the rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the fucking sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, be at your fucking throat like chloraseptic