Luyện nghe bài hát Coins

yea i'm amplified, hey hermaphrodites,

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

half cracker, ya back in time, to the black and white,
saddle rides then laugh at ya, cuz ima mad bastard,
rap master, fuckin wanna come and talk with me,
i'll knock you out, the whole row of kanye's bottom teeth,

i'll leave you screamin "stop it please", but i fuckin finished yet,
i'll ya head, till you loose all higher form of intellect,
never lost a fight, yo i whipped mr ass,
but then he got pissed, and kicked me out of his class,

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

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

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

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

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

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

you faggots are the reason rap is partly deceased,
with a faltering beat in its heart cuz its weak,
you targeting teens with your 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 were written in a colorin book,
and i claimin i was fuckin raised up in the hood,
i live in forests eatin squirrels takin in the woods,

but if you come and battle me, i'll kill you wack mcs,
even when my brain lags and freezes off to many of weed,
high past 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 make a stacks of gs, cuz im real,
and you can't deny skill that grabs you damn attention like a shrill fire drill,

but most rappers as hell mang,
so i suspect they have 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, an astronaut blastin off,
all you other mother fuckers over hyped macintosh,
i'll serve you like some nutter butters or like some apple sauce,

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

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