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 frigging could tip the scales
And my train of thought is so heavy that I strip the rails
On dark knights, you ain't catching me Christian bale
I'm a Tom and ledger up in the city jail
Fuck bail i'm already down in and chilling
Raise 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 speeches I ain't sharing the credit with the machete
And ready whipping, up in my ripping
From Connecticut to your television, you listen
Cuz the flows so
I'm all they are are superstitious
So watch yourself
Cuz I be so malicious,
So the mother fuck up out my business
I roll up and hit now I am so lit and
It's i'm on grass like a picnic
And you know we sparking
Eyes lower Ben Carsons
jam ballin i am Marvin a martian
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 with the shit I drop next
Connecticut to the prime meridian
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 between the of an amphibian, I'm brilliant
There's other rappers talk but we ain't buying it like they selling bottled tap water from Flint
Bitches i'm on my shit
Thinking back on 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
ride or die, bitches get an amen
My rap games godly, pull up a posy
the ear flaps like Kyle Broflovski
Webby kamakazie, watch me
Detonator in my pocket like a
like i'm ozzi, I think it was the molly
I put it down for months but my brain still
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 Sal Goodman on the speed-dial
Meanwhile, swerve like i'm flippin a bitch
And its simple as this, on minimalists
hang with the bar heavy lyrical shit
When i'm back up in that lab like kibble and
Get it? like retriever? the dog,
No? What the fuck, all i'm is for you to understand me
And some money for the packet
I need a dollar, can you loan me some
I them thriftshop checks
So I don't care who I off next
in, not a shift off yet
It ain't easy to live off debt
Put in work but nobody getting rich off
You see I really rapping bro
But now its turned into a mother fucking fashion
They wearing and flip flops, what the fuck he doing?
pants so tight, you see the dam butt cheeks through em
I'm east coast cuz my in timbos
A scruffy ass face cigarette and low
With a sexy big breasted nympho
head in a rented limo
So check yo
The game looking concerned
Cuz when i'm on, steal your turn
I'm like senator sanders with a fucking charmander
So, way you gonna feel the burn