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 woman you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Adam's
up in the candy car eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at Cruiser
All of these on my neck "uh"
They must have at Medusa
Pockets of course
I drove rims to court, I fucked some twins before
I had a before
is the sin report
This is the murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than an
Big body I'm backing in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies,
Faking, nigga, human "woo"
I'm on the Act again, ain't a accident
King 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 my sons, aww, look at little JR
F-12 same color Moss, ugh
I'm wrist in the pot
I'm talking and you not
I'm bricks and you not
I'm talking up and down
N---a, like 6
This is the equinox, this the people want
Somebody at the door, I heard the knock, uh

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

This s--t I 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
These b-----s got
They all wanna smoke but doing no labor
But they at (?), they stinging like tasers
Act Hollywood like they for the Lakers
fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
chicken, lobster, potatoes
You be sniffing that 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
Every track is a K.O., nigga, K.O
Go off your head I'm Ayo
Out of this world, talking
(?), don't be an
I got shooters that shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain't no rules
High school, n----s ate your
Might it down a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s hate 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

Lil' now coming from B.K

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

I feel to titles

Fuck it, man, I want the

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 throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless, yeah

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

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

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

Something's gotta give, that's for

Yet you keep coming 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 your
While you sat with your crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked songs

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

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

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

If you think promised tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm 'bout to fool
This tune is sick, it's luminous, the is lit
A freaking lunatic, a human computer
And I'm to stick a broom in the uterus

Of Hooter's chick
If I was you I wouldn't do nothing stupid due to the I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed like a Junior
me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed
Empty the and put super glue in it
How many fucking rappers did I go
I spelled out and you admit I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell bound in my
But am I s'posed to sound like else out?
'Cause I don't get compared to it, myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and down
But the way I care is if I let myself down
But the fuck have I awoke to?
to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools
I you still want me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's spill out open
Fire on your whole camp this s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me the shit I wrote you
I took a stand with a tan face
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in half and outsold you
You just called my shit
God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I don't the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking that garbage hotter crap
Where's your at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just added to the fuel in my pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, I'ma launch it at 'em
Idiotic the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking throat like