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 like all the
Cuts through soul and through flesh

When they started to
I thought I might, geez,
"Everything ain't as good as it seems"
Get ripped like flesh, you got kitten's
I'll make a mess on set and your dress
Handle my business, or handle princess
I was younger, was no different
It's all effort, the sweat
Screamin at the earth, she don't hate me yet
HAS to give a fuck, I know better
MAN, I'm just a rapper on
Still stuck in the same mind I grew up
paranoid, still waitin to duck, What
Tryin not to get caught in the
Got a lot to say before your dumb ass away
Load up one verse, let it
a gunburst and left your head sun burnt

[I Self
Can I... run up in settlement
Should I... bring wash like the
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 ceilings
The math is inaccurate, dialect, English ambassadors
Henesey fifth to the lips and the of this
call, great food, seutures, we feelin it
I be porno whipped, house show ownership
When we he just a worker
Makin five fifty somethin, barely controlling
Keep frontin, I'ma ya
Now your getting scraped by asphalt
Off a somersault, wound
Bring in a bag of

sample]

Surprise y'all, to bed
My nut look like wet Wonderbread
White and thick, I ever bite my lip
a damn if you like my shit
The box is of foxes
Standin topless, the splotches
kid, want to sniff some coke?
Rhymesayers Entertainment, we ship the
Your dick's short and like Piscopo
it up, man, how you gonna stick the dough
Pay me anyway, and you can have tramp
I can get lady any day
gonna ban my shit like Joe Camel
Come off like a sandal, spittin the flow
Believe it, get a pack of Cheesesticks
And the remix

Rock]
Smart for the whips, frame parchment
March for the clique, Jughead motor a mineark on the power cables
Chewing through the ?? My slang letter pretty
No pony rides, no basket of kittens
No Playdoh fun bags to reep for
Little courts rainbows, and Wizards
Just me shoving caine in the gash in throat with the premise
Middle of New York with a sack full of
Cash the school kids toke crack with magnums
Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, hoodie
Both crushin with a musket pressed to the of the budget
And I'm a must of the crunk
YOU GET
You don't know the meaning of anyhow
You think I'm a joke by now
But we got more clay and more then y'all

[Chorus - 2X]

samples]

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