Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Music

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

[Kon
I come to every club with intention to do
a prosthetic arm
And smelling like farm (?)
Hiding under tables as soon as I hear
Dee Dee Dees to steal 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
see my and faint
It's
And I'm passed my of coke
I think up my high by slitting your throat
Push a baby into the street
it's minced meat
Your mens beat
The minute I step foot on street
This is music!

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