Luyện nghe bài hát Have 2

1]
These saying lines I never quote
They faker than them letter that Solar be claiming that wrote
I wanna slit they throat and go and stab kids
I'm underground and don't give a fuck who Rebecca 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 sinister as a witches
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 purple to merk and serve you
I get checks 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 breathing
Jesus wearing a that saying "What Would Chino Do?"
I'm to seal your doom
XL is a
You will see me coming like a camouflage condom
The true villain, never killing
My haters are big fans, should be spinning on my bedroom ceiling
But Chino got ammo for coward that's hated him
And a trigger finger that's twitching like Mohammad brainstem

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

2]
It's how many are ready to end me
I Emmys and Grammys and plenty of pennies
And these Chevy's on hydrolics
Verses they're on anabolics
rappers cry like babies when they got the colic
These artists 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 skin back
But El Debarge can't keep his path out of
The Rican spic been sicker than Auswitch
Since Noah's Ark was a pile of woodchips
You think you're fabulous till the savages double
Outside your house and singing like Christmas carollers
I spit till I'm
I'm than Raz-B
When Chris Stokes, nah erase shit it's fucking nasty
You softer than Avril Levine shooting shrapnal at the
The madder rapper shatter your bladder matter and spleen
It's an thing and on your grave I will dance on
pussy CD will not go double tampoon

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