Luyện nghe bài hát Have 2

1]
These rappers saying lines I quote
They than them letter that Solar be claiming that Guru wrote
I wanna slit they throat and go and stab kids
I'm underground and don't a fuck who Rebecca Black is
Distributing these knuckles straight across 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 there is no
I'm brash and nocturnal and graphic like a whores
So I don't gotta rhyme till I'm purple to merk and serve you
I get more checks than my ese Stermal
When I clear you out like a Jonas Brother's curfew
You try to sue the
Couldn't be saved by breathing
Jesus a T-Shirt that saying "What Would Chino Do?"
I'm here to seal doom
XL is a
You never see me coming like a camouflage condom
The villain, never through killing
My haters are just big fans, be spinning on my bedroom ceiling
But Chino got ammo for every that's hated him
And a trigger finger twitching like Mohammad Ali's brainstem

I don't wanna hurt you but I will if I have too

2]
It's uncanny how many are to end me
I deserve and Grammys and plenty of pennies
And these Chevy's on hydrolics
Verses they're on anabolics
Making rappers cry like babies when got the colic
artists wanna be me bad
If imitation is the highest form of
Than my raps should be as flat as Paris ass
I'm trying to bring light back
But El can't keep his path out of rehab
The Puerto spic been sicker than Auswitch
Since Noah's Ark was a pile of woodchips
You think you're fabulous till the double barrellers
Outside your and it's singing like Christmas carollers
I till I'm raspy
I'm sicker Raz-B
When Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit it's 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 your I will dance on
Your pussy CD will not go double

3]
Yo
They try to my energy, it ain't meant to be
me Hannibal Lecter giving out food recipes
Your ass kicked and your path to the choosed
Bastards me the wrong way like a bad masseuse
Ricanstruction ain't an album a murder exhibition
Sit back and turn the skeleton key into the
hands in a senance realize that the table's risen
In an industry that's frail and fucking calcium
Thank Heaven that the visionary Poison Pen has arisen
Fucking every beat that I'm in missionary position
My rhymes were not written for or to get rich
But put my childhood in the electric chair and hit the switch