Luyện nghe bài hát CM Punk

[Verse 1: Ro
Young rocking black in the summer time
I'm the definition, you don't have to underline
I'm bringing change, ten and every one a dime
Need top dollar if you wanna one of mine
If I'm gonna rhyme, clear the deck and the block down
with the click and I ain't talking 'bout a drop down
Bring your girl around them Ransom boys she might get knocked
This right here a B.I.G deal, coming for 'Pac sound
Yeah, me I'm something that the game
Hope it's not a race, cause not moving at the same speed
Sleeping you but dreaming 'bout a (censored)
She gon' think I'm fucking crazy I finally meet her
Let me show you how it can be
is my sons, man I should've used a plan B
It won't happen overnight, but you try to understand me
Man I'm way too high, you never ever land me
Getting faded off cough and cold
Fuck with me and I'mma leave you in your cold
Silly rabbit, you ain't messing with my at all
I show up at the show room and grab it off the
I ain't go to prom, ask who'd he go with
Still riding with the niggas I played with
Get on the mic, make everybody in the sick
I bout to be your baby daddy, stupid ho quit
Uh, I rock Hilfiger cause it's the family
Five bad like I'm juggling Danity Kane
I was a nice guy, the insanity came
Disaster jewels, I call the calamity chain

Married to shit, where the rice and the doves at?
Bagels out in Westport man that's where they me love at
Me and Remy wildin' man I feel a celebrity
Fashion's Out I'm stunting like I fucking better be
I'm Ransom, I'm MGz, I'm illRoots, I'm
I'm handsome, I've a beast, I'll kill you, with my trill flows
Man I'm a teen still rappers take my swag though
I just make up new so I ain't even mad though
You ain't seen me in a minute, so here goes the skinny
a model out in Bedford having Mac Attacks at Vinnie's
All I know is she's not from here she like she's from New Guinea
She say Yote do it mega, all these rappers mini

Mishka tanktop long, see her short shorts
Combat boots she at the thrift store
I gave a little love but she she wants more
Call me Sky Sparrow, I'm too motherfucking raw

[Verse 2: Ro
Yeah I'm raw, selvedge denim need an oven and a dish
You I'm from Harlem bro the capital of fly shit
Rob on the beat, nigga you cannot this
Ain't got nice to say so bow your head in silence
Man I'm tired of beating a horse I killed;
I'm saying it now and I've it before
Somebody told me she had a new
But I bet that nigga's not better than Ro
Won't even go get competitive
These rap niggas can't mess with the flow
You me to come through and bless at your show?
We need to talk bread 'fore I in the door
I'm a bro, You don't have to confess to me girl
I know I'm CM Punk...Best in the
Go to Sleep, Anaconda Vise, Plunge
I'm about making classics and funds
Ain't ever heard your records on the streets bro
Takizawa Yote need that of the East dough
Man I'm shotgun, with my seat low
Go ahead and lie and tell yourself I a beast though