Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm the tabernacle
the return of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, my woman 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 a candy apple
Yuh, I their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of stones on my neck "uh"
They must have at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of
I drove some rims to court, I fucked some before
I had a before
is the sin report
This is the murder, pass the burner, Em
Your shorter than 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 trap
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit with a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the car
Most of my sons, aww, look 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 straight up and
N---a, like 6
This is the equinox, what the people want
at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh

I'm at your throat chloraseptic, 'septic
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

Do me a favor, don't do me no
b-----s got flavors
They all wanna but ain't doing no labor
But they at (?), they stinging like tasers
Act like they play 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 take home that nigga
Swagger on 10 a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up whip like it's
Every is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your like I'm Ayo
Out of world, talking NATO
(?), don't be an
'Cause I got shooters that shoot I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain't no rules
school, n----s ate your food
Might dumb it down a little, but I no fool
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I go crazy "yeah"
These too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, ever try to me

Lil' now coming from B.K

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

I feel to titles

Fuck it, man, I want the

My is

I'm at throat like chloraseptic, 'septic

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

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

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

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

Something's give, that's 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 'fore you it
So you your verdict
While you sat with your crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked over

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

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

If you you're promised tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm 'bout to fool
This is sick, it's 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 do nothing stupid due to the mood I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed like a Mint
Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get
Empty the lubricant and put glue in it
How many fucking did I go through?
I spelled out and you won't admit I
And you was bound, hell bound in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound like everything else
'Cause I get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales
But the only way I is if I let myself down
But what the fuck have I to?
Time to eat the and shit out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, you?
Hoping the old gonna spill out open
Fire on your whole camp 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 cut my motherfucking
fan in half and still outsold you
You called my shit trash
Thank God, I rap better the odds are stacked
wack, I don't like the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking garbage like hotter crap
your content at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé this and that "yeah"
I just added to the fuel in my rocket
'Til I'm ready to respond, then launch it at 'em
from the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at fucking throat like chloraseptic