Luyện nghe bài hát Have 2

1]
These rappers saying I never quote
They faker than them letter that Solar be claiming that wrote
I wanna slit they and go berserk and stab kids
I'm underground and don't give a who Rebecca Black 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 turning purple to and serve you
I get more checks than my ese homie
I clear you out early like a Jonas Brother's curfew
You try to sue the
be saved by breathing tubes
Jesus wearing a T-Shirt that saying "What Would Do?"
I'm to seal your doom
XL is a
You will never see me coming like a condom
The true villain, through killing
My haters are just big fans, be spinning on my bedroom ceiling
But Chino got ammo for every that's hated him
And a finger that's twitching like Mohammad Ali's 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 pretty on hydrolics
Verses like they're on
Making 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 as Paris Hilton's ass
I'm to bring light skin back
But El Debarge can't his path out of rehab
The Puerto spic been sicker than Auswitch
Since Noah's Ark was just a of woodchips
You you're fabulous till the savages double barrellers
Outside your house and it's like Christmas carollers
I till I'm raspy
I'm sicker Raz-B
When Chris Stokes, nah that shit it's fucking nasty
You softer Avril Levine shooting shrapnal at the king
The rapper that'll shatter your bladder matter and spleen
It's an animal thing and on your grave I dance on
Your pussy CD will not go 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 rubbing me the wrong way like a bad
Ricanstruction an album it's a murder exhibition
Sit back and turn the skeleton key the ignition
hands in a senance realize that the table's risen
In an that's frail and fucking calcium deficient
Thank Heaven the visionary Poison Pen has back arisen
Fucking every beat I'm given in missionary position
My were not written for fame or to get rich
But therapeutically put my in the electric chair and hit the switch