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, make my smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at Adam's Apple
Pull up in the candy car a candy bar
And my girl eating a candy
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their
All of these stones on my "uh"
They have looked at Medusa
Pockets of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked some before
I had a Benz
is the sin report
This is the murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter an acronym
Big body I'm backing in
Ladi-dadi, got a of bodies, n---a
Faking, nigga, human "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this ain't a
like Ak-ron
I run the trap
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came with a Ferris "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 talking straight up and
N---a, 6 o'clock
is the equinox, this what the people want
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 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
These b-----s got
They all wanna smoke but ain't no labor
But they shopping at (?), they like tasers
Act Hollywood they play for the Lakers
They fly on the
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
That chicken, lobster,
You be sniffing that yayo
If you take home that nigga
on 10 since 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 head I'm Ayo
Out of world, talking NATO
(?), don't be an
'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 no rules
High school, ate your food
dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I go crazy "yeah"
These niggas too g-----n
Don't ever, ever, ever try to me

Lil' now coming from B.K

But I'm tryna up like Jay Z
Nothing but love my heart

I feel entitled to

Fuck it, man, I want the

My is

I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex
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, body it
I begin slaughtering your men, prolly been
Ali of the spin, golly of sin
a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the of the Intercontinental
With an obvious
And I will not 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!
and forth, back 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 the psychiatric ward's a last resort

gotta give, that's for sure

Yet you keep coming back for
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 your arms

Did your reaction videos and talked over songs

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

Braings a cake, I draw inspiration out of hate
Real pain in the paper, I trace
But if I strange and out of place
It's I'm an alien,
that's why I write 'til the page is outta space,

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

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

If you think you're promised tomorrow,
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 broom in the

Of your chick
If I was you I wouldn't do stupid due to the mood I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed a Junior 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 I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell bound in my
But am I s'posed to sound everything else out?
'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?
to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, 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 with a tan face
And practically cut my
fan base in half and still you
You just called my shit
Thank God, I rap better when the odds are
Revival's wack, I don't the "Zombie" track
Or he's talking that garbage like hotter crap
Where's your 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, then I'ma it at 'em
Idiotic the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, be back
And when I am, be at your fucking throat like chloraseptic