Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm talking the
It's the return of the snatcher
in the spot, make my woman smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at Adam's Apple
Pull up in the candy car eating a bar
And my girl eating a apple
Yuh, I their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these on my neck "uh"
They must have looked at
Pockets of course
I some rims to court, I fucked some twins before
I had a Benz
This is the sin
is the murder murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money than an acronym
Big body when I'm in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies,
Faking, nigga, human "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this a accident
King Ak-ron
I run the trap
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland came with a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of y'all my sons, aww, at little JR
same color Kate Moss, ugh
I'm wrist in the pot
I'm this and you not
I'm bricks and you not
I'm talking up and down
N---a, like 6
This is the equinox, this what the people
Somebody at the door, I heard the knock, uh

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

This s--t I is on some next s--t, next s--t

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

Do me a favor, don't do me no
b-----s got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain't no labor
But they shopping at (?), they stinging like
Act like they play for the Lakers
fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be sniffing that
If you don't take that nigga
on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, up whip 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
(?), be an a-hole
'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 food
Might dumb it a little, but I ain't no fool
hate every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with Dre Beats "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 come up like Jay Z
Nothing but love my heart

I feel entitled to

it, man, I want the title

My is

I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex 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 Ladin with a pen, it again
I begin your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, golly of sin
Like a in the Taliban plotting an event
In the lobby of the
With an obvious
And I will not even up on a little
Like Osama a rhyme under the bin

And down the middle of the
And hit a with a rental, stop!
Back and forth, and forth

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

Something's give, that's for sure

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

saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it
So you your verdict
While you sat with arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked songs

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

Braings a powder cake, I draw out of hate
Real pain in the paper, I don't
But if I look strange and out of
'cause I'm an alien,
that's why I write 'til the 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,
'Cause we only got so much time in this world,
So rewind it to your high dance
To the before

If you think promised tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm 'bout to again
This tune is sick, luminous, the moon is lit
A freaking lunatic, a human chip
And I'm soon to stick a in the uterus

Of your Hooter's
If I was you I wouldn't do nothing due to the mood 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
Empty the and put super glue in it
How many fucking rappers did I go
I out and you won't admit I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell bound in my
But am I s'posed to sound 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?
Time to eat the and shit out Pro Tools
I know you want me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's gonna out open
Fire on whole camp with this s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I you
Then I took a with a tan face
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in half and still you
You just called my shit
Thank God, I rap better the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I like the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking that garbage like crap
Where's your content at? What's all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé this and that "yeah"
I just added to the in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then launch it at 'em
Idiotic the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your throat like chloraseptic