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, make my smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Apple
Pull up in the candy car a candy bar
And my girl eating a candy
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at Cruiser
All of stones on my neck "uh"
They have looked at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of
I some rims to court, I fucked some twins before
I had a before
is the sin report
This is the murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than an
Big body when I'm in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies,
Faking, nigga, trafficking "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this ain't a
King Ak-ron
I run the trap
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came with a Ferris "g-----n"
day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of y'all my sons, aww, look at JR
F-12 same Kate 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, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this what the want
Somebody at the door, I heard the knock, uh

I'm at your throat chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex 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, do me no favors
These got flavors
They all wanna smoke but doing no labor
But shopping at (?), they stinging like tasers
Act Hollywood like play for the Lakers
fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be that yayo
If you don't take 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 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 ain't no rules
school, n----s ate your food
Might it down a little, but I ain't no fool
hate every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with these Dre "yeah"
Or I go crazy "yeah"
niggas too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, ever try to me

Lil' now coming from B.K

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

I feel to titles

it, man, I want the title

My is

I'm at your throat 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

Ben with a pen, body it again
I begin slaughtering men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, golly of sin
a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the of the Intercontinental
With an obvious
And I will not even up on a little
Osama with a rhyme under the bin

And down the 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 can't you be like Huh?
Why you gotta smack a w---e?
It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last

gotta give, that's for sure

Yet you keep coming 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 formed your
While you sat your arms crossed

Did little reaction videos and talked over songs

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

Braings a powder cake, I draw inspiration out of
Real pain in the paper, I don't
But if I look and out of place
It's 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 time in world, yeah
So rewind it to your high dance
To the before

If you think you're promised tomorrow,
Now I'm 'bout to again
This tune is sick, luminous, the moon is lit
A freaking lunatic, a human chip
And I'm soon to stick a broom in the

Of your Hooter's
If I was you I wouldn't do nothing due to the mood I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed like a Junior
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, hell in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound like everything out?
'Cause I don't get compared to it, myself now
And I can see the fans and sales down
But the only way I care is if I let myself
But what the fuck 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 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 with a tan face
And practically cut my
fan base in half and still you
You just called my trash
Thank God, I rap when the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I like the "Zombie" track
Or when he's that garbage like hotter crap
Where's your content at? What's all the conscious rap?
P! nk, this and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just added to the fuel in my rocket
'Til I'm to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the embryonic sac
To the bodybag, be back
And when I am, I'll be at your throat like chloraseptic