Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
'em to church, I'm talking the tabernacle
It's the return of the snatcher
in the spot, make 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 stones on my neck "uh"
must have looked at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of
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, human "woo"
I'm on the Act again, ain't a accident
like Ak-ron
I run the trap
You on the "treadmill"
Never, shit came with a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the car
Most of y'all my sons, aww, at little JR
same color Kate Moss, ugh
I'm talking in the pot
I'm this and you not
I'm talking and you not
I'm talking straight up and
N---a, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this what the want
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, 'plex

This 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, do me no favors
These got flavors
They all smoke but ain't doing no labor
But they shopping at (?), they stinging like
Act Hollywood they 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 home that
on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up whip like mayo
track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off head like I'm Ayo
Out of this world, talking
(?), don't be an
'Cause I got shooters that when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no
Real nigga, you break no rules
High school, n----s ate your
dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with these Dre "yeah"
Or I might go "yeah"
These too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, try to play me

Lil' shawty now from B.K

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

I feel to titles

Fuck it, man, I the title

My is

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic,

And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex
This s--t I wrote is on some 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 men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the plotting an event
In the of the Intercontinental
With an obvious
And I will not even relent up on a
Like with a rhyme under the bin

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

Like Kevorkian's a-s in court
Rap mature, why you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always gotta smack a
It's likely the ward's a last resort

Something's gotta give, that's for

Yet you keep 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 your
While you sat with arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and over songs

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

Braings a cake, I draw inspiration out of hate
Real pain in the paper, I trace
But if I look strange and out of
'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 shot for the stars,
'Cause we only got so time in this world, yeah
So rewind it to high school dance
To the night

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

Of Hooter's 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 Mint
Show me who to rip, it's for you to get screwed
Empty the and put super glue in it
How fucking rappers did I go through?
I spelled out and you admit I smoked
And you was smell bound, bound in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound everything else out?
'Cause I don't get compared to it, only now
And I can see the fans and sales down
But the only way I is if I let myself down
But what the have I awoke to?
Time to eat the and shit out Pro Tools
I know you want me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's gonna out open
Fire on your whole camp with s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I you
Then I a stand with a tan face
And cut my motherfucking
fan in half and still outsold you
You just called my trash
Thank God, I rap when the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I don't the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking that garbage hotter crap
Where's your at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani "yeah"
I just to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the fucking sac
To the bodybag, be back
And when I am, I'll be at fucking throat like chloraseptic