Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm talking the
the return of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Apple
Pull up in the candy car eating a bar
And my girl eating a apple
Yuh, I their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these on my neck "uh"
They must looked at Medusa
Rasputia of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked twins before
I had a Benz
This is the sin
is the murder murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money 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 ain't a
King Ak-ron
I run the trap
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came with a 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 talking and you not
I'm bricks and you not
I'm talking straight up and
N---a, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this what the want
Somebody at the door, I the speaker knock, uh

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

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

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

Do me a favor, don't do me no
These b-----s got
They all wanna smoke but doing no labor
But they shopping at (?), they like tasers
Act Hollywood like they for the Lakers
fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
chicken, lobster, potatoes
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 whip like it's
Every track is a K.O., nigga, K.O
Go off your like I'm Ayo
Out of this world, talking
(?), don't be an
'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 no rules
High school, n----s ate your
Might it down a little, but I ain't no fool
hate every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with these Dre "yeah"
Or I go crazy "yeah"
niggas too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, ever try to me

Lil' shawty now coming B.K

But I'm come up like Jay Z
Nothing but love from my

I entitled to titles

it, man, I want the title

My is

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

Ben Ladin a pen, body it again
I begin slaughtering men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, embodiment of sin
a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the of the Intercontinental
an obvious intent
And I not even relent up on a little
Like Osama with a rhyme the bin

And the middle of the Pentagon
And hit a with a rental, stop!
Back and forth, and forth

Like Kevorkian's a-s in court
Rap mature, why can't you be like Macklemore?
Why you always gotta smack a
It's the psychiatric ward's a last resort

Something's gotta give, 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 arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked over

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

Braings a powder cake, I inspiration 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 the page is outta space, yeah

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

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

If you think you're tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm 'bout to fool
This tune is sick, luminous, the moon is lit
A freaking lunatic, a computer chip
And I'm to stick a broom in the uterus

Of your Hooter's
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 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, bound in my snowsuit
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 fans and down
But the only way I care is if I let down
But what the have I awoke to?
Time to eat the and shit out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, don't
Hoping the old gonna spill out open
Fire on your whole camp with this s--t I you
So chill out, no you hoes roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand with a tan
And cut my motherfucking
fan in half and still outsold you
You just called my shit
Thank God, I rap better the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I don't the "Zombie" track
Or he's talking that garbage like hotter crap
Where's your content at? What's all the conscious rap?
P! nk, this and Kehlani that "yeah"
I added to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the embryonic sac
To the bodybag, be back
And when I am, I'll be at fucking throat like chloraseptic