Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Music

[Chorus:
This kinda
Use it and you get in to do
Whenever you some shit
And you can't this
Just shit
For these to trash their rooms with
Just refuse they asked to do shit
The of shit
you don't have to ask who produced it
You know
the new shit
The of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic of people acting stupid

[Kon
I to every club with intention to do harm
a prosthetic arm
And smelling like farm (?)
Hiding under tables as as I hear 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
driving a tank
Rolling a bank
Cops see my and
It's
And I'm passed my limit of
I think I'll up my high by slitting throat
Push a carriage into the street
Till it's minced
mens been beat
The I step foot on your street
is fight music!

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