Luyện nghe bài hát Feel The Bern (Freeverse)

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

I'm a whale
My tail could tip the scales
And my train of is so heavy that I could strip the rails
On dark knights, you ain't catching me Christian bale
I'm a Tom Hardy and ledger up in the city
Fuck bail i'm down in hell and chilling
Raise and sinnin
Not counting on the day that I meet God and get to hang in heaven with him
So when i'm Grammy winning acceptance speeches I ain't sharing the credit with the machete gripping
And whipping, up in my Chevy ripping
Connecticut to your television, you better listen
Cuz the so vicious
I'm superhuman all they are are
So watch 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 like a
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 I drop my project
And i'mma burn your house down with the shit I next
to the prime meridian listening
I'm up in classroom, home and condominium and
I a racket bitch and i'm not talking wimbeldon
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 selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan
Bitches i'm on my again
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 scraping the pavement
It's or die, bitches get an amen
My rap games godly, pull up with a
Rocking the ear flaps like Kyle
Webby kamakazie, bonzie me
in my pocket like a Tomagatchi
Swerving i'm ozzi, I think it was the molly
I put it down for months but my still foggy
I be doing until the day I go scenial
Forget how to write, perform and spit
I'mma kill shit 'til then no retrial
Cuz i got my lawyer Sal Goodman on the
Meanwhile, I'mma like i'm flippin a bitch
And its simple as this, on these
hang with the bar heavy lyrical shit
When i'm up in that lab like kibble 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 packet
I need a dollar, can you me some Macklemore?
I want them thriftshop
So I don't care who I piss off
Clock in, not a off yet
It ain't easy trying to live off
Put in work but nobody getting rich off
You see I love rapping bro
But now its turned a mother fucking fashion show
They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the fuck he
With pants so tight, you see the dam butt cheeks em
I'm east coast cuz my in timbos
A scruffy ass face and brim low
With a sexy bimbo big nympho
Giving in a rented limo
So yo info
The looking real concerned
Cuz when i'm on, i'ma steal your
I'm like senator sanders with a fucking charmander
So, way you gonna feel the burn