Luyện nghe bài hát Have 2

1]
These rappers saying lines I quote
They faker them letter that Solar be claiming that Guru wrote
I wanna slit they throat and go berserk and stab
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 spitter that's sinister as a cackling
H1N1 off my tongue but is no vaccine
I'm and nocturnal and graphic like a whores journal
So I don't gotta rhyme till I'm turning purple to merk and you
I get more checks than my ese homie
When I you out early like a Jonas Brother's curfew
You try to sue the
Couldn't be saved by tubes
Jesus wearing a T-Shirt that saying "What Would Do?"
I'm here to seal doom
XL is a
You will never see me like a camouflage condom
The true villain, never killing
My haters are just big fans, should be on my bedroom ceiling
But Chino got ammo for coward that's hated him
And a trigger finger that's twitching Mohammad Ali's brainstem

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

2]
It's uncanny how are ready to end me
I Emmys and Grammys and plenty of pennies
And these Chevy's on hydrolics
like they're on anabolics
Making rappers cry like babies when they got the
These wanna be me bad
If is the highest form of flattery
Than my raps should be as flat as Hilton's ass
I'm trying to bring light skin
But El can't keep his path out of rehab
The Puerto Rican spic been sicker than
Noah's Ark was just a pile of woodchips
You you're fabulous till the savages double barrellers
Outside your house and it's singing like carollers
I spit I'm raspy
I'm sicker than
When Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit it's fucking
You softer than Avril shooting shrapnal at the king
The madder rapper that'll shatter your matter and spleen
an animal thing and on your grave I will dance on
Your CD will not go double tampoon

3]
Yo
They try to my energy, it ain't meant to be
Consider me Hannibal 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 it's a exhibition
Sit back and turn the key into the ignition
Hold hands in a realize that the table's risen
In an that's frail and fucking calcium deficient
Thank Heaven that the visionary Poison Pen has back
Fucking every beat I'm given in missionary position
My rhymes were not written for or to get rich
But therapeutically put my childhood in the electric and hit the switch