Luyện nghe bài hát Have 2

1]
These rappers lines I never quote
faker than them letter that Solar be claiming that Guru wrote
I wanna slit they throat and go berserk and kids
I'm underground and don't give a fuck who Black is
Distributing these straight across your glass chin
I will Manute Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a long
The monster spitter that's as a witches cackling
H1N1 off my tongue but is no vaccine
I'm and nocturnal and graphic like a whores journal
So I don't gotta rhyme till I'm turning to merk and serve you
I get checks than my ese homie Stermal
I clear you out early like a Jonas Brother's curfew
You try to sue the
be saved by breathing tubes
Jesus a T-Shirt that saying "What Would Chino Do?"
I'm to seal your doom
XL is a
You will never see me like a camouflage condom
The true villain, never killing
My are just big fans, should be spinning on my bedroom ceiling
But got ammo for every coward that's hated him
And a trigger finger that's twitching like Mohammad Ali's

I don't hurt you but I will if I have too {X4}

2]
It's how many are ready to end me
I deserve Emmys and Grammys and of pennies
And these Chevy's on hydrolics
Verses they're on anabolics
Making rappers cry babies when they got the colic
These wanna be me bad
If imitation is the form of flattery
Than my raps be as flat as Paris Hilton's ass
I'm trying to light skin back
But El Debarge keep his path out of rehab
The Puerto Rican spic sicker than Auswitch
Since Noah's Ark was a pile of woodchips
You think you're fabulous till the savages barrellers
Outside your house and it's singing like Christmas
I spit I'm raspy
I'm sicker than
When Chris Stokes, nah that shit it's fucking nasty
You than Avril Levine shooting shrapnal at the king
The madder rapper that'll shatter bladder matter and spleen
It's an animal thing and on grave I will dance on
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3]
Yo
They try to mimic my energy, it meant to be
Consider me Hannibal Lecter giving out food
Your ass kicked and path to the casket choosed
Bastards rubbing me the wrong way like a bad
Ricanstruction ain't an album it's a exhibition
Sit back and turn the key into the ignition
Hold hands in a senance realize that the risen
In an that's frail and fucking calcium deficient
Thank that the visionary Poison Pen has back arisen
Fucking beat that I'm given in missionary position
My rhymes were not written for fame or to get
But therapeutically put my childhood in the electric and hit the switch