Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
'em to church, I'm talking the tabernacle
It's the return of the snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at Adam's Apple
Pull up in the car eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a candy
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at Cruiser
All of these on my neck "uh"
must have looked at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of
I drove some rims to court, I fucked some before
I had a Benz
is the sin report
This is the murder murder, the burner, Em
Your money than an acronym
Big body 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 Ak-ron
I run the trap
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came a Ferris wheel "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 talking in the pot
I'm talking and you not
I'm bricks and you not
I'm talking up and down
N---a, like 6
This is the equinox, this the people want
at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh

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

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

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

Do me a favor, don't do me no
These b-----s got
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 yayo
If you don't take that nigga
Swagger on 10 a day old
It's a-okay though, up whip like it's mayo
track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your head I'm Ayo
Out of world, talking NATO
(?), don't be an
'Cause I got shooters that when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you paid no dues
nigga, you ain't break no rules
High school, n----s ate your
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"
niggas too g-----n 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 from my heart

I entitled 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 I wrote is on some next s--t, next s--t
I'm at your throat, I'm reckless, reckless, yeah

Ben Ladin with a pen, body it
I begin your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, embodiment of sin
Like a 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!
Back and forth, back and

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

Something's gotta give, for sure

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

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

Did your little videos and talked over songs

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

Braings a powder cake, I draw out of hate
Real pain in the paper, I trace
But if I look and out of place
It's I'm an alien,
that's why I 'til the page is outta space, yeah

From 7 Mile in
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 promised tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm 'bout to again
tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
A freaking lunatic, a computer chip
And I'm soon to stick a in the uterus

Of Hooter's chick
If I was you I wouldn't do nothing stupid due to the 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 glue in it
How many fucking 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 to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales
But the only way I care is if I let myself
But what the have I awoke to?
to eat the vocals 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 this 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 practically cut my
fan base in half and still you
You just called my shit
God, I rap better when 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 at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, this and Kehlani that "yeah"
I added to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking throat like