Luyện nghe bài hát Have 2

1]
These rappers saying I never quote
They faker than them letter Solar be claiming that Guru wrote
I wanna slit they throat and go berserk and kids
I'm underground and don't give a who Rebecca Black is
Distributing these knuckles across your glass chin
I Manute Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a long casket
The monster that's sinister as a witches cackling
H1N1 off my but there is no vaccine
I'm brash and nocturnal and graphic a whores journal
So I don't gotta rhyme till I'm turning purple to merk and you
I get more checks my ese homie Stermal
When I clear you out early like a Jonas curfew
You try to sue the
Couldn't be saved by tubes
wearing 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 villain, never through killing
My haters are just big fans, be spinning on my bedroom ceiling
But Chino got ammo for every coward hated him
And a finger that's twitching like Mohammad Ali's brainstem

I wanna hurt you but I will if I have too {X4}

2]
It's uncanny how are ready to end me
I deserve Emmys and Grammys and plenty of
And these pretty on hydrolics
like they're on anabolics
Making cry like babies when they got the colic
These wanna be me bad
If imitation is the highest of flattery
Than my raps should be as as Paris Hilton's ass
I'm trying to bring light skin
But El Debarge can't keep his out of rehab
The Puerto Rican spic been than Auswitch
Since Noah's Ark was just a pile of
You you're fabulous till the savages double barrellers
Outside your house and it's singing like Christmas
I spit till I'm
I'm than Raz-B
Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit it's fucking nasty
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
Your pussy CD not go double tampoon

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