Luyện nghe bài hát Feel The Bern (Freeverse)

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CT, what up man, got those mother fucking bars on deck

I'm a killer
My tail could tip the scales
And my of thought is so heavy that I could strip the rails
On dark knights, you ain't catching me with Christian
I'm a Tom Hardy and ledger up in the city
Fuck bail i'm already in hell and chilling
hell and sinnin
Not counting on the day that I meet God and get to hang around in with him
So when i'm Grammy winning giving speeches I ain't sharing the credit with the machete gripping
And whipping, up in my Chevy ripping
From to your television, you better listen
Cuz the flows so
I'm superhuman all they are are
So yourself bitches
Cuz I be so malicious,
So stay the mother up out my business
I roll up and hit now I am so lit and
It's clear i'm on grass a picnic
And you we blunt sparking
Eyes lower than Ben
jam ballin i am Marvin a martian
Pardon, I heat it up like and carbon
But i'm going green solar in my garden
I'm, commiting arson when I drop my
And i'mma burn your house down with the I drop next
Connecticut to the prime listening
I'm up in every classroom, and condominium and
I cause a bitch and i'm not talking wimbeldon
I get it in
That's why they seeing web they looking between the toes of an amphibian, I'm brilliant
There's other rappers but we ain't buying it like they selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan
Bitches i'm on my shit
back on life but now its different
Always evolving, i'm so
I'm no simpleton, Webby to get it in
And I got my Michelin the pavement
It's or die, bitches get an amen
My rap games godly, up with a posy
Rocking the ear flaps like Broflovski
kamakazie, bonzie watch me
Detonator in my pocket a Tomagatchi
Swerving like i'm ozzi, I it was the molly
I put it down for but my brain still foggy
I be doing this until the day I go
how to write, perform and spit freestyles
I'mma kill 'til then with no retrial
Cuz i got my lawyer Sal Goodman on the
Meanwhile, I'mma swerve i'm flippin a bitch
And its simple as this, on these
Cannot with the bar heavy lyrical shit
When i'm back up in that lab like and bits
Get it? like retriever? the dog,
No? What the fuck, all i'm is for you to understand me
And some for the packet store
I need a dollar, can you loan me Macklemore?
I want them thriftshop
So I don't care who I piss off
in, not a shift off yet
It ain't easy trying to off debt
Put in but nobody getting rich off sweat
You see I really love bro
But now its turned into a mother fucking fashion
They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the he doing?
With pants so tight, you see the dam butt through em
I'm east coast cuz my sweats in
A ass face cigarette and brim low
With a bimbo big breasted nympho
head in a rented limo
So yo info
The looking real concerned
Cuz when i'm on, i'ma steal turn
I'm like senator sanders mixed a fucking charmander
So, way you gonna feel the burn