Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket full of
some with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the seem so weak
i before an angel as he told 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 em' in my head
it's sad to see when everything you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just last
a of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer a bubble 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 brought my
haha, you want a war ? i got a lot of
you ain't a soldier cause you cammo
young rambo, hundred million though
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, look like i candles
you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, your channels
i'm gunna kill you
um, imax'n shit
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start gambilin' with
i'm smokin', that's a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could tear a pin of
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in of cameras in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb who want to much dough
and come to have you straight trippin' when you jump rope
rock the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just paint the wall with one
rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me 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, is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god the world, why did man make the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, he go and make a hitler?
i take a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's black and
if my skin filled up, i'mma tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, on my hand
hundred thousand haters bout my jams
want a number one independent album? i'm man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right you stand