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 dome
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals so weak
i stood before an angel as he told me bout the
put me in a of people, how the f-ck could i be lonely
i only get money, lables tryna clone 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 in peace to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my bag
n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble 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, a beach, i brought my sandals
haha, you want a war ? i got a lot of
you ain't a soldier cause you rockin'
rambo, hundred million fans though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look like i rock
you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, channels free
i'm f-ckin' kill you
um, shit motherf-cker
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 a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, it's damagin'
to be in of cameras in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to much
and come close to have you trippin' when you jump rope
don't rock the boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you paint 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 my squad, gettin' money, livin' comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but they though
f-ck a toast, y'all is broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under
god made the world, why did man the scriptures?
and if he lennon, why'd he go and make a hitler?
i could take a photo, but i'd paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, we'll up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, black and gold
if my skin gets filled up, tat my soul
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred thousand writin' bout my jams
want a number one album? i'm your man
hit preme and leave you all right where you stand