Luyện nghe bài hát Have 2

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

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

2]
It's uncanny how many are to end me
I deserve and Grammys and plenty of pennies
And these pretty on hydrolics
Verses they're on anabolics
Making rappers cry like babies when got the colic
These wanna be me bad
If imitation is the highest of flattery
Than my raps should be as flat as Hilton's 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 just a pile of
You think you're fabulous the savages double barrellers
Outside your house and singing like Christmas carollers
I spit till I'm
I'm sicker Raz-B
When Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit it's fucking
You softer than Avril Levine shooting shrapnal at the
The madder rapper that'll shatter bladder matter and spleen
It's an animal thing and on your grave I dance on
pussy CD will not go double tampoon

3]
Yo
They try to mimic my energy, it ain't to be
Consider me Hannibal Lecter giving out recipes
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 skeleton key into the
hands in a senance realize that the table's risen
In an industry that's frail and calcium deficient
Heaven that the visionary Poison Pen has back arisen
Fucking beat that I'm given in missionary position
My rhymes not written for fame or to get rich
But put my childhood in the electric chair and hit the switch