Luyện nghe bài hát Have 2

1]
These rappers lines I never quote
They faker than them letter that 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 knuckles straight across your glass chin
I Manute Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a long casket
The spitter that's sinister as a witches cackling
H1N1 off my but there is no vaccine
I'm brash and nocturnal and graphic like a journal
So I gotta rhyme till I'm turning purple 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
Couldn't be by breathing tubes
Jesus a T-Shirt that saying "What Would Chino Do?"
I'm to seal your doom
XL is a
You never see me coming like a camouflage condom
The true villain, through killing
My haters are big fans, should be spinning on my bedroom ceiling
But Chino got ammo for every coward hated him
And a trigger finger that's twitching like Mohammad 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 Emmys and Grammys and plenty of
And these pretty on hydrolics
Verses like they're on
Making rappers cry like babies when got the colic
artists wanna be me bad
If is the highest form of flattery
Than my raps be as flat as Paris Hilton's ass
I'm to bring light skin back
But El Debarge can't keep his out of rehab
The Puerto Rican spic sicker than Auswitch
Since Noah's Ark was a pile of woodchips
You think you're till the savages double barrellers
Outside your house and it's singing Christmas carollers
I spit I'm raspy
I'm sicker Raz-B
Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit it's fucking nasty
You softer than Avril shooting shrapnal at the king
The madder that'll shatter your bladder matter and spleen
It's an animal thing and on your I will dance on
Your CD will not go double tampoon

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