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, my woman smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Adam's
up in the candy car eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a apple
Yuh, I their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of stones on my neck "uh"
must 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 murder, the burner, Em
Your money shorter 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, ain't a accident
King like
I run the again
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came with a Ferris "g-----n"
day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of y'all my sons, aww, at little JR
F-12 same Kate Moss, ugh
I'm wrist in the pot
I'm this and you not
I'm talking and you not
I'm talking up and down
N---a, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this what the people
at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh

I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with

This s--t I wrote is on next s--t, next s--t

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

Do me a favor, do me no favors
These got flavors
all wanna smoke but ain't doing no labor
But shopping at (?), they stinging like tasers
Act like they play for the Lakers
fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
That chicken, lobster,
You must be that yayo
If you don't take home nigga
on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up whip like mayo
Every track is a K.O., nigga, K.O
Go off head like 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 your
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I might go "yeah"
These too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, ever try to me

Lil' shawty now coming B.K

But I'm tryna come up Jay Z
Nothing but from my heart

I feel entitled to

Fuck it, man, I want the

My is

I'm at throat like chloraseptic, 'septic

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

Ben Ladin a pen, body it again
I slaughtering your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, golly of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban an event
In the lobby of the
With an intent
And I will not even relent up on a
Like Osama with a rhyme the bin

And down the of the Pentagon
And hit a kindergartener a rental, stop!
Back and forth, and forth

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

Something's gotta give, 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 you heard it
So you your verdict
While you sat with your arms

Did little reaction videos and talked over songs

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 draw out of hate
Real pain in the paper, I trace
But if I look and out of place
'cause I'm an alien,
that's why I write 'til the page is space, yeah

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

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

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

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 like a Junior
me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put glue in it
How many fucking rappers did I go
I out and you won't admit I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell bound in my
But am I s'posed to sound like everything out?
'Cause I get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather and sales down
But the only way I care is if I let down
But what the fuck have I to?
Time to eat the vocals and out Pro Tools
I know you want me to ill out, don't you?
the old Slim's 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 the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand with a tan
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in half and outsold you
You just called my trash
Thank God, I rap better when the are stacked
Revival's wack, I like the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking that like hotter crap
your content at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just added to the fuel in my rocket
'Til I'm ready to respond, then launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking throat chloraseptic