Luyện nghe bài hát Fitta Happier

Hey yo! ...let's go!
I'm a fugitive, running my past
How long freedom last?
I'm knuckles of brass
motivated, for cash
I'm the hash,
leave a rapper on the ground with his jugular
And laugh at him, humorous
A lot of MCs got one style, me I got
I out, so nobody is confusing us
I'm way better, cold winners beige
pistols, red eyes, blue jeans
White widow up, new green!
Travel across borders across
Being short on my cash flow is a order!
Your style's shallow fountains when they toss quarters
Wishing the way to be the in the day
Mother fuckers will care to hear the you would say

I through the door
Sharper than a blade form a
be more like the...
a mess!
I gotta brag when I double cash!
easy like a breezy with a troubled past
Still, by demand
Return like a shirt when you it with a tag
Still in the C-U-T
low, tae bo, no SUV
C A to the D, what up? shit
The fit, equipe
Get your tongue shoot string
Stay sound, as I jaws
You doors!
We through the boards in the drywall
By far we the
you want an extra shade from the spotlight, right
No pressure, respect the best
To headline the bill like from your next check!
M.E.D