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
some shit
For these kids to trash rooms with
refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of
That you don't to ask who produced it
You know
That's the new
The type of shit causes mass confusion
And movement of people acting stupid

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

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