Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
'em to church, I'm talking the tabernacle
It's the return of the body
in the spot, make my woman smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Apple
Pull up in the candy car a candy bar
And my eating a candy apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their
All of these on my neck "uh"
They must have at Medusa
Rasputia of course
I drove rims to court, I fucked some twins before
I had a before
is the sin report
This is the murder murder, the burner, Em
money shorter than an acronym
Big body when I'm in
Ladi-dadi, got a of bodies, n---a
Faking, nigga, human "woo"
I'm on the Act again, ain't a accident
King like
I run the again
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit with a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the 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 this and you not
I'm talking and you not
I'm talking straight up and
N---a, 6 o'clock
is the equinox, this what the people want
Somebody at the door, I heard the knock, uh

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

s--t I wrote 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
b-----s got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain't doing no
But they at (?), they stinging like tasers
Act Hollywood like play for the Lakers
They fly on the
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
That chicken, lobster,
You must be sniffing yayo
If you don't take home nigga
on 10 since a day old
It's though, whipping up whip like it's mayo
Every is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your head I'm Ayo
Out of this world, NATO
(?), be an a-hole
'Cause I got shooters shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain't break no
High school, n----s ate your
Might it down a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s hate day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I go crazy "yeah"
These too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, ever try to me

Lil' now coming from B.K

But I'm tryna come up Jay Z
but love from my heart

I feel entitled to

Fuck it, man, I the title

My is

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic,

And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with
s--t I wrote is on some next s--t, next s--t
I'm at your throat, I'm reckless, reckless, yeah

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

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

Like Jack a-s in court
Rap mature, why can't you be like Macklemore?
Why you always gotta a w---e?
It's likely the psychiatric a last 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 your verdict
you sat with your arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked songs

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

Braings a powder cake, I draw out of hate
Real 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 'til the is outta space, yeah

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

We shot for the stars,
'Cause we only got so much time in this world,
So it to your high school dance
To the night

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

Of your Hooter's
If I was you I do nothing stupid due to the mood I'm in
I'm losing it, you get like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, time for you to get screwed
the lubricant and put super glue in it
How many fucking rappers did I go
I spelled out and you won't admit I
And you was smell bound, bound in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound like everything else
I don't get compared 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 fuck I awoke to?
Time to eat the vocals and out Pro Tools
I know you want me to ill out, don't you?
the old Slim's gonna spill out open
Fire on 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 with a tan
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in half and outsold you
You just called my trash
Thank God, I rap better when the are stacked
Revival's wack, I don't like the "Zombie"
Or he's talking that garbage like hotter crap
Where's your content at? What's with all the rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just added to the fuel in my pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, I'ma launch it at 'em
Idiotic the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, be at your fucking throat like chloraseptic