Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm talking the
It's the of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my woman you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Adam's
Pull up in the candy car eating a bar
And my girl a candy apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at Cruiser
All of these stones on my "uh"
They must looked at Medusa
Pockets of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked twins before
I had a Benz
This is the sin
This is the 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, trafficking "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this ain't a
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 my sons, aww, look at little JR
F-12 same color Moss, ugh
I'm wrist in the pot
I'm this and you not
I'm talking and you not
I'm straight up and down
N---a, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, what the people want
Somebody at the door, I the speaker knock, uh

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

This s--t I wrote is on some 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 got flavors
all wanna smoke but ain't doing no labor
But they shopping at (?), they like tasers
Act Hollywood like play for the Lakers
fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be sniffing that
If you don't take that nigga
on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up whip it's mayo
Every track is a K.O., nigga, K.O
Go off your like I'm Ayo
Out of world, talking NATO
(?), don't be an
'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 no rules
school, n----s ate your food
Might dumb it a little, but I ain't no fool
hate every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I might go "yeah"
These niggas too g-----n
Don't ever, ever, ever try to me

Lil' shawty now from B.K

But I'm tryna come up Jay Z
Nothing but love 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 s--t I wrote is on next s--t, next s--t
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, golly of sin
a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the lobby of the
With an obvious
And I will not relent up on a little
Osama with a rhyme under the bin

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

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

Something's give, that's for sure

Yet you keep back 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 your arms crossed

Did your little reaction 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 powder cake, I draw inspiration out of
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 the page is outta space, yeah

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

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

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

Of Hooter's chick
If I was you I wouldn't do nothing due to the mood I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get
Empty the lubricant and put super in it
How many rappers did I go through?
I out and you won't admit I smoked
And you was smell bound, bound in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound like everything else
'Cause I don't get compared to it, only 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 and shit out Pro Tools
I you still want me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's gonna out open
on your whole camp with this s--t I wrote you
So out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand a tan face
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in half and outsold you
You just my shit trash
God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I don't like the "Zombie"
Or when he's talking garbage like hotter crap
Where's your content at? What's with all the rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé this and that "yeah"
I just added to the in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, I'ma launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the fucking sac
To the bodybag, be back
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking throat like