Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm the tabernacle
It's the return of the snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at Adam's Apple
Pull up in the car eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a candy
Yuh, I their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of stones on my neck "uh"
They have looked at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of
I drove some rims to court, I fucked some twins
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 ain't a
King like
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 my sons, aww, look at little JR
same color Kate Moss, ugh
I'm talking 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 want
Somebody at the door, I heard the knock, uh

I'm at your throat 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 feeling reckless, reckless,

Do me a favor, don't do me no
b-----s got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain't doing no
But they shopping at (?), they stinging tasers
Act Hollywood like they for the Lakers
They fly on the
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
That chicken, lobster,
You must be sniffing yayo
If you don't home 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 head like I'm Ayo
Out of world, talking NATO
(?), be an a-hole
'Cause I got shooters shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no
Real nigga, you ain't break no
High school, n----s ate food
Might it down 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"
niggas too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, ever try to me

shawty now coming from B.K

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

I feel to titles

it, man, I want the title

My is

I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic

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

Ben Ladin with a pen, it again
I begin slaughtering your men, shoulda been
Ali of the spin, embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the plotting an event
In the lobby of the
an obvious intent
And I will not even up on a little
Like Osama with a under the bin

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

Like Jack a-s in court
Rap mature, why you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always gotta a w---e?
It's likely the 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 arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked over

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

Braings a powder cake, I draw out of hate
Real pain in the paper, I don't
But if I strange and out of place
'cause I'm an alien,
that's why I write 'til the is outta space, yeah

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

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

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

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 like a Mint
Show me who to rip, time for you to get screwed
Empty the and put super glue in it
How many rappers did I go through?
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 else out?
I don't get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and down
But the only way I is if I let myself down
But what the fuck have I to?
Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro
I know you still want me to ill out, don't
Hoping the old Slim's gonna spill out
Fire on your whole 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 stand with a tan
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in and still outsold you
You just my shit trash
Thank God, I rap better when the are stacked
Revival's wack, I don't like the "Zombie"
Or when he's talking that like hotter crap
Where's your content at? What's 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, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking like chloraseptic