Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
'em to church, I'm talking the tabernacle
It's the return of the body
Walk in the spot, my woman smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Adam's
Pull up in the candy car eating a bar
And my girl eating a candy
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at Cruiser
All of these stones on my "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 shorter than an acronym
Big when I'm backing in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies,
Faking, nigga, trafficking "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this ain't a
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 y'all my sons, aww, look at JR
F-12 same color Moss, ugh
I'm wrist in the pot
I'm this and you not
I'm talking and you not
I'm talking straight up and
N---a, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this the people want
at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh

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

Do me a favor, don't do me no
These got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain't doing no
But they shopping at (?), they stinging tasers
Act Hollywood like they play for the
They fly on the
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
That chicken, lobster,
You must be that yayo
If you don't take home that
on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up like it's mayo
Every is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off head like I'm Ayo
Out of world, talking NATO
(?), be an a-hole
'Cause I got that shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain't break no
High school, n----s ate your
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
'em off with these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I go crazy "yeah"
These niggas too g-----n
ever, ever, ever try to play me

Lil' shawty now from B.K

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

I entitled to titles

Fuck it, man, I the title

My is

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

Ben Ladin with a pen, it again
I slaughtering your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban an event
In the of the Intercontinental
an obvious intent
And I not even relent 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, back and

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

Something's gotta give, for sure

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

Y'all saw the and had a fit 'fore you heard it
So you formed your
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 the same

Braings a powder cake, I draw inspiration out of
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 'til the page is outta space,

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

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

If you think you're promised tomorrow,
Now I'm to fool again
This tune is sick, it's luminous, the is lit
A lunatic, a human computer chip
And I'm soon to stick a broom in the

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 like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it's for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put glue in it
How many fucking rappers did I go
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 out?
'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 down
But what the fuck have I to?
to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools
I know you still me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's gonna spill out
Fire on your whole camp this s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand a tan face
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in and still outsold you
You just my shit trash
Thank God, I rap better the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I don't like the "Zombie"
Or when he's talking that garbage hotter crap
Where's your content at? What's with all the conscious
P! nk, Beyoncé and Kehlani that "yeah"
I added to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma it at 'em
Idiotic from the fucking sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking like chloraseptic