Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh

"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"
"On the of three"
"1...2..."
"one for the cuervo, two for line"
"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"
"Get off the coke!"

Slug]
We here to slit your throat
You came here to sniff coke
Kid don't fall all the rest
through soul and cuts through flesh

When started to scream
I I might, geez, singin
"Everything ain't as good as it seems"
Get like flesh, you got kitten's pride
I'll make a mess on your set and dress
Handle my business, or handle princess
When I was younger, was no
It's all effort, the sweat
Screamin at the earth, cause she don't me yet
Slug HAS to a fuck, I know better
MAN, I'm just a rapper on
Still stuck in the same state I grew up
Still paranoid, still waitin to duck,
not to get caught in the plague
Got a lot to say before your ass walks away
up one verse, let it boom
Like a and left your head sun burnt

[I Self
Can I... run up in settlement
Should I... bring like the government
The flow is as unguarded children
Runnin the streets in a project
So desensitized, got no
Numb to the world, 6'4, with the 5 foot
The math is inaccurate, broken dialect, ambassadors
Henesey fifth to the lips and the blunt of
Weed call, great food, seutures, we it
I be porno whipped, looking show ownership
we know he just a worker
Makin five fifty somethin, barely shit
Keep frontin, hurt ya
Now your face scraped by asphalt
Off a somersault, wound
Bring in a bag of

[cut

Surprise y'all, to bed
My nut stains look like wet
White and thick, I ever bite my lip
Give a damn if you my shit
The box is of foxes
Standin topless, lickin the
Here kid, want to some coke?
Entertainment, we ship the dope
Your dick's and funny like Piscopo
Give it up, man, how you stick the dough
Pay me anyway, and you can have that
I can get another any day
gonna ban my shit like Joe Camel
Come off like a sandal, spittin the ammo
Believe it, get a pack of Whitecastle
And the remix

[Aesop
Smart for the whips, fiddle frame
March for the clique, Jughead motor a mineark on the power cables
Chewing through the ?? My letter dopeman pretty
No free pony rides, no basket of
No Playdoh fun to reep for Christening
Little courts rainbows, and Wizards
Just me caine in the gash in your throat with the premise
Middle of New York with a sack full of
Cash with the school toke crack with magnums
Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, hoodie
Both crushin a musket pressed to the musk of the budget
And I'm a must of the shit
YOU GET
You know the meaning of dope anyhow
You probably I'm a joke by now
But we got clay and more coke then y'all

- repeat 2X]

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"Good God!"
"Oh my God"
"God, God"
"God Damn!"
"God helped me change" - of Atmosphere]
"Pray to God that you could be us" - [Grandmaster Flash]
"God damn...damn" - [Run
"Oh my"
"Lord!"
"CUT!" - [James
"God Knows!"
"GOD GOD GOD"
"Oh Lord"
"Dear God" - [Snoop
"and it"
"God Damn!"
"Good Lord"