Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Music

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

Artis]
I come to club with intention to do harm
a prosthetic arm
And smelling like boon's (?)
Hiding under tables as soon as I hear
Paranoid Dee Dee Dees to from his own mom
Kon
Artis with a
Strapped to my stomach
"Let's get it on"
A lust love the drank
Drunk a tank
Rolling a bank
Cops see my and
It's
And I'm my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slitting throat
Push a baby carriage the street
Till minced meat
Your mens beat
The minute I step foot on street
This is music!

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