Luyện nghe bài hát F A Rap Critic

[Hook: Man sample] x4
Eff a rap
He talk it while I live it
Talk about it I live it

[Verse 1: Strangers]
I break hearts, a hundred bills on thrills
I it all, fuck up my wallet, stay on refill
Your wallet on E still, bitches doing E
Chuckie he get free fills, at strip clubs once
and red 1s, blunt rolled with a cold one
My ex she choosy, but I could give a fuck
I'm with Rocka smoking Lucys, life been getting
Since they heard the Era
They say Chuckie got beats, but his can be better
Well if you gon' suck my dick, it wetter
against Che is slaughtered
Bumpin' marauders
Niggas smoking your daughters
You ain't getting beats I see commas
Niggas act up, finna be problems
For the most but niggas don't be wildin'
And if she ain't got no rubbers, no backstage pass
Retweet a dumb and watch the bitch get gassed
And all my just laugh

Eff a rap
He about it while I live it
about it while I live it

[Verse 2: Knight]
the block to the block
Keepin heaters
Like the losing ends
The cells gone
All I see is D-boys, hold it down
While I'm in the lab tryna the crown
Puffin loud, coughing at the high
Don't see a coffin
At most fear, til I hit the fuckin
Sign me up, then I'm off
I'm tryna be a prophet, I don niggas lost it
I'm so far, back, I'm sofa
Niggas tryna censor me out SOPA
But the sensor is so on, observe through
Make niggas the towel in
But word to the green it's 48 laws of powering
And to the ? I'm only a fuckin hour in
Praise to the holy father ducking undercover
Why bother? [Water]

Eff a rap
He talk about it while I it
Talk about it I live it

3: Joey Bada$$]
You should already know when I get it mic
If I threatened as soon as I step in
Use the mic as my weapon, my mind
Fire my thoughts and I recoil these lines
Whoop! d-boys behind, what they tryna find
My nine, but that's my mind, you can't it
That's a crime, how can I silence
I got the right to remain
I can't stay still a problem with that?
like chill, you earning medals but it's harder than that
Diamonds and on me, so vanity has got its hold on me
But any ice got on me
So they know who Isis is, this priceless shit
Got enough shine to get you with
like lightning, cobras try bitin him
But cold's thicker than the ink you writin in

Eff a rap
He talk about it I live it
Talk it while I live it