Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Music

[Chorus:
kinda music
Use it and you get in to do
you hear some shit
And you refuse this
Just shit
For these kids to trash rooms with
Just refuse whenever they to do shit
The type of
you don't have to ask who produced it
You just
That's the new
The type of that causes mass confusion
And drastic of people acting stupid

Artis]
I come to every club with to do harm
With a arm
And smelling like farm (?)
Hiding under tables as as I hear alarms
Paranoid Dee Dee Dees to from his own mom
Kon
Artis a bomb
Strapped to my stomach
"Let's get it on"
A that love the drank
driving a tank
Rolling a bank
see my and faint
It's
And I'm passed my limit of
I think up my high by slitting your throat
Push a baby into the street
Till it's minced
Your mens been
The minute I foot on your street
This is music!

You know why my hands are so (No)
'cause my grandmother my dick
And I cum (Oh)
Smacked this whore for talking (Bitch)
So what if she's (What?)
The said Bizarre couldn't rap