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 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 eating a candy
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their
All of stones on my neck "uh"
They must have looked at
Pockets of course
I drove some to court, I fucked some twins before
I had a Benz
This is the sin
is the murder murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter an acronym
Big body when I'm in
Ladi-dadi, got a of bodies, n---a
Faking, nigga, trafficking "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this ain't a
King Ak-ron
I run the again
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came with a wheel "g-----n"
day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of y'all my sons, aww, look at JR
F-12 same color Moss, ugh
I'm talking in the pot
I'm talking and you not
I'm bricks and you not
I'm straight up and down
N---a, like 6
This is the equinox, this what the 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, with

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

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

Do me a favor, don't do me no
These got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain't doing no
But they shopping at (?), they like tasers
Act Hollywood like they play for the
fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be sniffing yayo
If you don't take home nigga
Swagger on 10 a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up whip like mayo
Every is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off head like I'm Ayo
Out of this world, NATO
(?), don't be an
I got shooters that shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't no dues
Real nigga, you ain't no rules
High school, ate your food
Might dumb it down a little, but I no fool
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
'em off with these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I might go "yeah"
These niggas too lazy
Don't ever, ever, try to play me

shawty now coming from B.K

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

I feel to titles

Fuck it, man, I the title

My is

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

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

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

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

Something's give, that's for sure

Yet you coming back for more
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 formed verdict
While you sat with your arms

Did your little videos and talked over songs

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

Braings a powder cake, I inspiration out of hate
pain in the paper, I don't trace
But if I look and out of place
'cause I'm an alien,
that's why I write 'til the is outta 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 in this world, yeah
So rewind it to your high school
To the night

If you you're promised tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm to fool again
This tune is sick, it's luminous, the 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 it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it's for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put glue in it
How many fucking rappers did I go
I spelled out and you admit I smoked
And you was smell bound, bound in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound like everything out?
'Cause I don't get 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 have I awoke to?
Time to eat the and shit out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, you?
the old Slim's gonna spill out open
Fire on your whole camp with s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I a stand with a tan face
And practically cut my
fan in half and still outsold you
You just my shit trash
Thank God, I rap better when the odds are
Revival's wack, I like the "Zombie" track
Or when he's that garbage like hotter crap
Where's your content at? What's with all the rap?
P! nk, this and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just added to the fuel in my pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma it at 'em
Idiotic from the embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking like chloraseptic