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 your Adam's
Pull up in the car eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a apple
Yuh, I line ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these stones on my "uh"
They must looked at Medusa
Pockets of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked some twins
I had a before
This is the sin
This is the murder murder, the burner, Em
money shorter than an acronym
Big when 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 came with a Ferris "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 bricks and you not
I'm straight up and down
N---a, like 6
This is the equinox, this what the people
Somebody at the door, I 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, next

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

Do me a favor, do me no favors
These b-----s got
They all wanna smoke but ain't no labor
But they at (?), they stinging like tasers
Act like they play for the Lakers
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 that nigga
Swagger on 10 a day old
It's though, whipping up whip like it's mayo
Every is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your head I'm Ayo
Out of this world, talking
(?), be an a-hole
'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so, like
be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain't no rules
High school, n----s ate food
Might dumb it a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with these Dre "yeah"
Or I might go "yeah"
niggas too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, try to play me

Lil' now coming from B.K

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

I entitled to titles

it, man, I want the title

My is

I'm at your throat 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 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, golly of sin
Like a Saudi in the plotting an event
In the lobby of the
With an obvious
And I will not even up on a little
Like with a rhyme under the bin

And the middle of the Pentagon
And hit a with 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?
It's likely the psychiatric ward's a 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 and had a fit 'fore you heard it
So you formed your
While you sat with arms crossed

Did your little reaction and talked over songs

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 inspiration out of hate
pain 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 pile in the car, yeah

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

If you think promised tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm to fool again
tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
A lunatic, a human computer chip
And I'm to stick 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 for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super in it
How many fucking 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 sound like everything else
'Cause I get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and down
But the only way I care is if I let myself
But what the fuck I awoke to?
Time to eat the vocals and out Pro Tools
I know you still me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's spill out open
Fire on your whole camp with s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't me with the shit I wrote you
I took a stand with a tan face
And practically cut my
fan in half and still outsold you
You called my shit trash
Thank God, I rap better when the odds are
Revival's wack, I don't the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking that garbage like hotter
your content at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, this and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just added to the fuel in my rocket
'Til I'm ready to respond, I'ma launch it at 'em
from the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, be back
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking throat like