Luyện nghe bài hát Coins

yea i'm amplified, hey hermaphrodites,

pass the mic, all you fuckin swag wack rappers,
leave you plastic faggots with gauze, that's swag backwards,
as nice, as the antichrist in afterlife,
i'll have your life, flashed in front your eyes it's your last chapter,

half cracker, smack ya in time, to the black and white,
saddle then laugh at ya, just cuz ima mad bastard,
rap master, fuckin wanna beef? come and with me,
knock you out, like the whole row of kanye's bottom teeth,

i'll leave you "stop it please", but i aint fuckin finished yet,
i'll kick ya head, till you all higher form of intellect,
lost a fight, yo i whipped mr miyagi's ass,
but then he got pissed, and me out of his karate class,

"sorry man", didn't it, yo this fuckin kids a genius,
spit the that make you turn ya head, like a bitches cleavage,
i was just swimmin semen shot out of a jizzin penis,
i already had divine traits, like a of jesus,

mixed with an inner demon, cold bitter freezin,
shivering just like the winter season see,
cuz i believe in me achievin, big, is what i condone,
the future of your life's unknown, and in my mind i that it'd be,

kinda dope if i could a microphone and be a rapper,
give the type of shows where hos just like to blow my after,
but cuz i strive for those unlikely and dreams to grab,
you think my mind i slow like i've diagnosed cerebral cancer?

"what the fuck?" ima give it all i got raps,
like olympic sprinters haulin ass to quickest on the track,
i'm sittin on the top and rippin with a flawless craft,
not for but to win the witnesses' applaudin claps,

so be and listen while the messiah of rhyme and rhythm,
lights the mic on fire by spittin a lightning strike it,
and if you think im wack you got a broken dome,
or maybe retarded with an extra pair of chromosomes,

kinda like them butt young money butt buddies,
when i come by, they just run me, cuz they aint,
hard as can be, they far from my league,
hardly mcs, the carter 3's bars are just weak,

you fuckin faggots are the rap is partly deceased,
with a beat in its muthafuckin heart cuz its weak,
you targeting retarded teens with marketing schemes,
so that you they hearts decieved to buy your garbage released,

but i worked for this, a lot of trouble it took,
my first bars were in a colorin book,
and i aint claimin i was fuckin up in the hood,
i live in eatin squirrels takin dumps in the woods,

but if you wanna come and battle me, kill you wack mcs,
even my brain lags and freezes off to many grams of weed,
high saturn's rings, eye balls japanese,
glassed nd pink, bars still clean like lysol, you see?

ima be the status rappin king,
and keep it real, with out changing just to match the scene,
and a couple stacks of gs, cuz im real,
and you can't deny skill grabs you damn attention like a dire shrill fire drill,

but most rappers weak as mang,
so i suspect that they a single cell brain,
mcs rankin in the back, like a tail gate,
but when i spit, i can the wrath and heat of hell raised,

cuz i go hard, like a jackin off,
plus i go far, like an astronaut off,
all you other fuckers over hyped like macintosh,
serve you like some nutter butters or just like some apple sauce,

cuz i'm as fuck, yeah im on a different level,
while you spit simple stuff, i just killed this instrumental,
but nobodys seeing how i got big potential,
so i'm pissed enough to grab a pencil, and stab it in ya temple,

enough to make the fuckin weapon spray so step away,
unless you crave pain, cuz my raised but anyways,
i'm just me, like they fuckin recomended aye,
back when i was a little kid sittin in second grade.