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
up in the candy car eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their
All of these stones on my "uh"
They must have looked at
Pockets of course
I drove rims to court, I fucked some twins before
I had a Benz
This is the sin
This is the murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than an
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 like
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 this and you not
I'm bricks and you not
I'm talking straight up and
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 like chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with

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

I'm at throat, I'm feeling 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 like they play for the
fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
chicken, lobster, potatoes
You be sniffing that yayo
If you don't home that nigga
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 your 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 paid no dues
nigga, you ain't break no rules
High school, ate your food
dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s hate day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with these Dre "yeah"
Or I go crazy "yeah"
These niggas too g-----n
Don't ever, ever, ever try to me

Lil' shawty now coming B.K

But I'm tryna up like Jay Z
Nothing but love my heart

I entitled to titles

it, man, I want the title

My is

I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex
This s--t I wrote is on some next s--t, 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, embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an
In the lobby of the
an obvious intent
And I will not even relent up on a
Like Osama with a rhyme the bin

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

Jack Kevorkian's a-s in court
Rap mature, why can't you be Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always smack a w---e?
It's likely the psychiatric a last resort

gotta give, that's for sure

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

Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you it
So you formed your
While you sat your arms crossed

Did your little reaction and talked over songs

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

Braings a powder cake, I draw out of hate
Real pain in the paper, I trace
But if I strange and out of place
'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 pile in the car, yeah

We for the stars, yeah
we only got so much time in this world, yeah
So rewind it to your high school
To the night

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

Of your 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, time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super in it
How many rappers did I go through?
I out and you won't admit I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell 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 down
But the only way I care is if I let myself
But the fuck have I awoke to?
Time to eat the and shit out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, you?
Hoping the old gonna spill out open
Fire on your camp with this s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes roast me with the shit I wrote you
I took a stand with a tan face
And practically cut my
fan in half and still outsold 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 when he's talking that like hotter crap
Where's your content at? What's with all the rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani "yeah"
I added to the fuel in my rocket pack
I'm ready to respond, then I'ma 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