Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, dedicated too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket full of
some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so
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 only get money, these lables clone me
uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the and crack the concrete.
so, i try to em' in my head
it's sad to see everything that you believe is dead
word to d, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
is good sometimes, but it just 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 a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a cause you rockin' cammo
rambo, hundred million fans though
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, like i rock candles
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 gunna f-ckin' you
um, shit motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start gambilin' with
i'm dutch smokin', a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could tear a pin of
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in front of cameras in your underwear marilyn
monroe, look at hoes who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight 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' probably to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, comfortable
i a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' oath
god the world, why did man make the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, he go and make a hitler?
i could a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters
i'm pittsburgh, that's black and gold
if my skin gets filled up, i'mma tat my
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred thousand haters bout my jams
want a number one album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all where you stand