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, my woman smack you "woo!"
In a fight, I aim at your Adam's Apple
Pull up in the candy car eating a bar
And my eating a candy apple
Yuh, I line ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these stones on my "uh"
must have looked at Medusa
Pockets of course
I drove rims to court, I fucked some twins before
I had a Benz
is the sin report
This is the murder, pass the burner, Em
Your shorter than an acronym
Big when I'm backing in
Ladi-dadi, got a of bodies, n---a
Faking, nigga, trafficking "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this a accident
King like
I run the again
You on the "treadmill"
Never, shit came with a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of my sons, aww, look at little JR
F-12 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, like 6
is the equinox, this what the people want
Somebody at the door, I heard the knock, uh

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

Do me a favor, do me no favors
These b-----s got
They all wanna smoke but ain't no labor
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
chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be sniffing yayo
If you take home that nigga
Swagger on 10 a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up whip like mayo
Every track is a K.O., nigga, K.O
Go off your head I'm Ayo
Out of this world, talking
(?), 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
school, n----s ate your food
Might it down a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
'em off with these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I might go "yeah"
These too g-----n lazy
ever, ever, ever try to play me

Lil' shawty now from B.K

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

I feel to titles

it, man, I want the title

My is

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

Ben Ladin with a pen, it again
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 intent
And I not even relent up on a little
Like Osama with a rhyme the bin

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

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

Something's give, that's for sure

Yet you keep coming back for
Not as raw as I was, "Walk on Water"
Bitch, suck my

Y'all saw the and had a fit 'fore you heard it
So you your verdict
While you sat your arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and over songs

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

a powder cake, I draw inspiration 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 page is outta space,

7 Mile 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 in this world, yeah
So rewind it to high school dance
To the before

If you you're promised tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm 'bout to fool
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 chick
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 Junior
me who to rip, it's 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 in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound like everything out?
I don't get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fans and sales down
But the only way I care is if I let down
But the fuck have I awoke to?
Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro
I know you still want me to ill out, 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 roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I a stand with a tan face
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in half and 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 talking that garbage like hotter crap
Where's your content at? with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, this and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just added to the fuel in my pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then launch it at 'em
Idiotic the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And I am, I'll be at your fucking throat like chloraseptic