Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a full of posies
some devil with a pitchfork keep like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals so weak
i stood before an as he told me bout the glory
put me in a of people, how the f-ck could i be lonely
i get money, these lables tryna clone me
uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and the concrete.
so, i try to em' in my head
sad to see when everything that you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bath
sucka ass mothafucka, venom and
doper than the shit that put chris tucker in dead
desert rhymes, homie, beats, i'm on a camel
i'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, i my sandals
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a soldier cause you rockin'
young rambo, hundred million though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, your channels
i'm f-ckin' kill you
um, imax'n motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start with ambien
i'm smokin', that's a strike
but bowlin', i could tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently damagin'
to be in front of in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at hoes who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' when you rope
don't the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just paint the with one coat
rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me the fog
these who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm my squad, gettin' money, livin' comfortable
i know a hoes who model, but they ugly though
f-ck a toast, is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under
god the world, why did man make the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and make a
i could a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, black and gold
if my skin filled up, i'mma tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, on my hand
hundred thousand haters writin' bout my
want a number one independent album? i'm man
hit preme and leave you all right where you stand