Luyện nghe bài hát Guns And Cigarettes

(What's your 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 I feel complete
I don't hear the weak and I don't fear
So what you
Connect the dots, raise the pot
Remove the blood from the brain of hip hop
The name in tip-top shape
I'm still the rapper scapegoat in the aim of their hate
I in late, took a chair in the rear
But my classmates were unaware how long I'd been there
My peers have been held back for years, holding back the
Everybody our name like we was the cast from "Cheers"
So here's to the good times, is mighty special
So fasten your seatbelts, cause I'm launch this vessel
Ain't land until I'm bigger than Espo
And bigger than and bigger than techno

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

A few years ago an of mine
me to keep her name out of my rhymes
So I said rhyme that I'm about to say
It came from the heart and it this way:
Go to hell girl, you me sick!
I hope new boyfriend gets cancer in his dick
the fuck makes you think I'd put your name on my record?
there, now I feel a lot
You know
I ain't a forty since I became old enough to drink
Not caught up in the fuck these people think
Cause when I die they're gonna find the link
But tonight I'm vomit it in the kitchen sink
I'm suprised more of y'all don't get hit by
your surroundings, staring at the stars
I'm lonely without a woman that wants to
That's why I spend so much time in 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
than just another arrogant, asshole 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 and she kisses like a stripper
I'm coming to terms with my as a drifter
Girl, I'm only in town for one night
And these neon lights are keeping me from my plight
I feel a legend on a leash
Making an to break every piece that I can reach
Yeah, I got something to say, and even to teach
But first let me scrape feces from my cleats
Standing on the roof, complaining to the
The only time I tell the truth is I'm naked in my bedroom
Soon I'm gonna reap the of my struggles
But from now on, y'all can call me

Bigger than
than wrestling
Bigger the Beatles
Bigger than implants

Bigger than guns, bigger than