Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, dedicated too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket of posies
some devil with a keep talkin' 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 angel as he me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the f-ck i be lonely
i only get money, these lables tryna me
uh, my get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
so, i try to keep em' in my
it's sad to see when everything that you is dead
to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bath
ass mothafucka, muthafucka's venom and
doper the shit that put chris tucker in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, beats, i'm on a camel
i'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, i my sandals
haha, you want a war ? i got a lot of
you a soldier cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, hundred million fans
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, like i rock candles
you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your channels
i'm gunna kill you
um, imax'n motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm to start gambilin' with ambien
i'm smokin', that's a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in front of in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, at dumb hoes who want to much dough
and close to have you straight trippin' when you jump rope
don't the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just the wall with one coat
rooms filled blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
these rappers who be hatin' need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, livin'
i a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
f-ck a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under
god made the world, why did man the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and a hitler?
i could take a photo, but i'd rather paint a
of the one lawrence fishburne, shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's and gold
if my skin gets filled up, tat my soul
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred thousand haters writin' bout my
want a number one independent i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right you stand