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 killer
My frigging could tip the scales
And my train of thought is so heavy I could strip the rails
On dark knights, you ain't catching me with Christian
I'm a Tom and ledger up in the city jail
Fuck bail i'm already down in and chilling
Raise hell and
Not counting on the day that I meet God and get to around in heaven 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
Connecticut to your television, you better listen
Cuz the so vicious
I'm superhuman all they are are
So watch yourself
Cuz I be so malicious,
So stay the mother fuck up out my
I up and hit this now I am so lit and
It's clear i'm on grass like a
And you know we blunt
lower than Ben Carsons
Space jam ballin i am Marvin a
Pardon, I heat it up methane and carbon
But i'm going green 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 a racket bitch and i'm not talking wimbeldon
I get it in
That's why they seeing web like they looking between the of an amphibian, I'm brilliant
There's other talk but we ain't buying it like they selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan
Bitches i'm on my 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
ride or die, bitches get an amen
My rap games godly, pull up with a
Rocking the ear flaps 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 for months but my brain still foggy
I be doing until the day I go scenial
how to write, perform and spit freestyles
I'mma kill shit 'til with no retrial
Cuz i got my lawyer Sal on the speed-dial
Meanwhile, I'mma swerve like i'm a bitch
And its simple as this, on minimalists
Cannot with the bar heavy lyrical shit
When i'm back up in that lab like and bits
Get it? like the dog, Labrador?
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 some
I them thriftshop checks
So I don't who I piss off next
in, not a shift off yet
It ain't trying to live off debt
Put in but nobody getting rich off sweat
You see I love rapping bro
But now its turned into a mother fucking show
They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the he doing?
With pants so tight, you see the dam cheeks through em
I'm east coast cuz my sweats in
A ass face cigarette and brim low
With a sexy bimbo big breasted
head in a rented limo
So yo info
The game real concerned
Cuz when i'm on, i'ma steal turn
I'm like senator sanders with a fucking charmander
So, either way you feel the burn