Luyện nghe bài hát Feel The Bern (Freeverse)

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lab.... 2!
CT, what up man, still got those 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 me with Christian bale
I'm a Tom Hardy and up in the city jail
Fuck bail i'm already down in hell and
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 acceptance I ain't sharing the credit with the machete gripping
And whipping, up in my Chevy ripping
From Connecticut to your television, you better
Cuz the flows so
I'm superhuman all they are are
So yourself bitches
Cuz I be so malicious,
So the mother fuck up out my business
I up and hit this now I am so lit and
It's clear i'm on grass a picnic
And you know we blunt
Eyes lower than Ben
Space jam i am Marvin a martian
Pardon, I heat it up methane and carbon
But i'm going solar panels in my garden
I'm, commiting arson when I drop my
And i'mma burn your house down with the shit I next
Connecticut to the prime listening
I'm up in every classroom, home and and
I cause a racket bitch and i'm not wimbeldon
I get it in
why they seeing web like they looking between the toes of an amphibian, I'm brilliant
There's rappers talk but we ain't buying it like they selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan
i'm on my shit again
Thinking back on life but now its
Always evolving, i'm so
I'm no simpleton, Webby to get it in
And I got my Michelin scraping the
It's ride or die, get an amen
My rap games godly, pull up with a
Rocking the ear like Kyle Broflovski
kamakazie, bonzie watch me
Detonator in my pocket a Tomagatchi
like i'm ozzi, I think it was the molly
I put it down for months but my still foggy
I be this until the day I go scenial
Forget how to write, perform and spit
I'mma kill shit then with no retrial
Cuz i got my lawyer Sal Goodman on the
Meanwhile, I'mma swerve like i'm flippin a
And its simple as this, on minimalists
hang with the bar heavy lyrical shit
When i'm back up in that lab like and bits
Get it? retriever? the dog, Labrador?
No? What the fuck, all i'm asking is for you to me
And money for the packet store
I need a dollar, can you me some Macklemore?
I want them checks
So I care who I piss off next
in, not a shift off yet
It ain't easy to live off debt
Put in work but nobody rich off sweat
You see I love rapping bro
But now its turned into a mother fucking show
They wearing skirts and flops, what the fuck he doing?
With so tight, you see the dam butt cheeks through em
I'm coast cuz my sweats in timbos
A scruffy ass cigarette and brim low
With a sexy bimbo big nympho
Giving head in a limo
So yo info
The game looking real
Cuz when i'm on, steal your turn
I'm like senator sanders mixed a fucking charmander
So, either way you gonna the burn