Luyện nghe bài hát Feel The Bern (Freeverse)

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lab.... 2!
CT, up man, still got those mother fucking bars on deck

I'm a killer
My tail could tip the scales
And my train of thought is so heavy that I could the rails
On dark knights, you ain't catching me Christian bale
I'm a Tom Hardy and ledger up in the jail
Fuck i'm already down in hell and chilling
Raise and sinnin
Not on the day that I meet God and get to hang around in heaven with him
So when i'm Grammy winning giving acceptance speeches I ain't sharing the credit with the machete
And whipping, up in my Chevy ripping
From to your television, you better listen
Cuz the flows so
I'm all they are are superstitious
So watch bitches
Cuz I be so malicious,
So the mother fuck up out my business
I roll up and hit now I am so lit and
clear i'm on grass like a picnic
And you know we sparking
Eyes lower than Ben
jam ballin i am Marvin a martian
Pardon, I heat it up like and carbon
But i'm going solar panels in my garden
I'm, arson when I drop my project
And i'mma your house down with the shit I drop next
Connecticut to the meridian listening
I'm up in classroom, home and condominium and
I cause a racket bitch and i'm not talking
I get it in
That's why they seeing web like they looking the toes of an amphibian, I'm brilliant
There's other rappers talk but we ain't buying it like they selling tap water from Flint Michigan
i'm on my shit again
Thinking on life but now its different
Always evolving, i'm so
I'm no simpleton, here to get it in
And I got my Michelin scraping the
It's or die, bitches get an amen
My rap games godly, pull up a posy
Rocking the ear like Kyle Broflovski
kamakazie, bonzie watch me
Detonator in my like a Tomagatchi
Swerving like i'm ozzi, I it was the molly
I put it for months but my brain still foggy
I be doing this the day I go scenial
how to write, perform and spit freestyles
I'mma kill shit 'til with no retrial
Cuz i got my Sal Goodman on the speed-dial
Meanwhile, swerve like i'm flippin a bitch
And its as this, on these minimalists
Cannot hang with the bar heavy lyrical
When i'm back up in that lab like and bits
Get it? like the dog, Labrador?
No? What the fuck, all i'm asking is for you to me
And some money for the store
I a dollar, can you loan me some Macklemore?
I want thriftshop checks
So I care who I piss off next
Clock in, not a off yet
It ain't easy trying to live off
Put in work but nobody rich off sweat
You see I really love bro
But now its into a mother fucking fashion show
They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the he doing?
With pants so tight, you see the dam butt through em
I'm coast cuz my sweats in timbos
A scruffy ass face cigarette and low
With a sexy bimbo big nympho
head in a rented limo
So check yo
The game looking real
Cuz when i'm on, i'ma steal your
I'm like senator sanders mixed with a charmander
So, either way you feel the burn