Luyện nghe bài hát Coins

yea i'm amplified, hey hermaphrodites,

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

cracker, smack ya back in time, to the black and white,
saddle rides then at ya, just cuz ima mad bastard,
rap master, fuckin wanna beef? come and talk me,
i'll knock you out, like the 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 loose all form of intellect,
never lost a fight, yo i mr miyagi's ass,
but then he got pissed, and me out of his karate class,

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

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

dope if i could hold a microphone and be a rapper,
give the type of shows where hos just like to 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 sprinters haulin ass to finish quickest on the track,
until i'm sittin on the top and rippin a flawless craft,
not for dollars but to win the witnesses' claps,

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

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

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

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

but if you wanna come and battle me, i'll kill you mcs,
even when my brain lags and freezes off to grams of weed,
high past rings, eye balls japanese,
nd pink, bars still clean like lysol, can't you see?

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

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

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

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

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