Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, dedicated too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a full of posies
some devil with a pitchfork talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my dome piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so
i stood before an angel as he told me the glory
put me in a room of people, how the f-ck i be lonely
i only get money, these lables clone me
uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and the concrete.
so, i try to keep em' in my
it's sad to see when everything you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and in peace to all that come and pass
is good sometimes, but it just doesn't last
a of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag
n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
doper than the shit that put chris 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 a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a soldier you rockin' cammo
rambo, hundred million fans though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, like i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, channels free
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 dutch smokin', that's a
but f-ck bowlin', i tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, it's damagin'
to be in front of cameras in underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb who want to much dough
and come close to have you 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 with one coat
rooms with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
these rappers who be hatin' probably to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but they though
a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god made the world, why did man make the
and if he lennon, why'd he go and make a hitler?
i could take a photo, but i'd rather a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, we'll shoot up all you
i'm from pittsburgh, that's and gold
if my skin gets filled up, i'mma tat my
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred haters writin' bout my jams
want a number one independent i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right where you