Luyện nghe bài hát Guns And Cigarettes

(What's name foo?)

Rappers to me
They get some
But most of them should go and try to boost monthly income
Speaking over beats is the only time I feel
I hear the weak and I don't fear defeat
So what you
the dots, I'll raise the pot
Remove the clot from the brain of hip hop
The name remains in shape
I'm still the back scapegoat in the aim of their hate
I came in late, a chair in the rear
But my classmates were unaware how I'd really been there
My peers been held back for years, holding back the tears
Everybody knows our name like we was the cast "Cheers"
So here's to the good times, is mighty special
So fasten your seatbelts, cause I'm gonna launch this
Ain't gonna land until I'm bigger Espo
And bigger than ecstasy and bigger techno

I bigger than Jesus and bigger than wrestling
Bigger than the Beatles and than breast implants
I'm gonna be the biggest to hit these little kids
Bigger than guns, than cigarettes

A few years ago an of mine
Asked me to her name out of my rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
It came the heart and it went this way:
Go to girl, you make me sick!
I hope your new gets cancer in his dick
What the fuck makes you think I'd put your name on my
there, now I a lot better
You what?
I ain't drank a forty since I old enough to drink
Not caught up in what the fuck these think
Cause when I die they're find the missing link
But tonight I'm gonna it in the kitchen sink
I'm suprised more of y'all don't get hit by
Missing your surroundings, staring at the
I'm lonely without a woman that to spar
why I spend so much time in these bars
poolside, screaming, "Do or die!"
Looking at the asking, "Who am I?"
Saw my reflection, Yes! I'm fly!
And as you can again, I'm too damn high

(What'd say to you?)

But said, "Drop dead."
I can't, I got a lot
More than just another arrogant, pot-head
In the top ten, who you love to on tracks
for the camera while I surf upon your ear wax
This beer's flat and she kisses like a
I'm coming to with my status as a drifter
Girl, I'm only in this town for one
And neon lights are keeping me distracted from my plight
I feel a legend on a leash
Making an effort to break every piece that I can
Yeah, I got to say, and even more to teach
But first let me scrape these feces my cleats
on the roof, complaining to the moon
The time I tell the truth is when I'm naked in my bedroom
I'm gonna reap the harvest of my struggles
But from now on, y'all can call me

Bigger Jesus
Bigger wrestling
than the Beatles
Bigger than breast

Bigger guns, bigger than cigarettes