Luyện nghe bài hát Have 2

1]
These saying lines I never quote
They faker than them letter that Solar be that Guru wrote
I wanna they throat and go berserk and stab kids
I'm underground and don't a fuck who Rebecca Black is
Distributing these knuckles straight across your chin
I will Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a long casket
The monster spitter that's sinister as a witches
H1N1 off my tongue but is no vaccine
I'm brash and nocturnal and graphic like a whores
So I don't gotta till I'm turning purple to merk and serve you
I get more checks my ese homie Stermal
When I clear you out early a Jonas Brother's curfew
You try to sue the
be saved by breathing tubes
Jesus a T-Shirt that saying "What Would Chino Do?"
I'm here to seal your
XL is a
You will never see me coming like a camouflage
The true villain, never killing
My haters are just big fans, should be spinning on my ceiling
But Chino got ammo for every coward hated him
And a trigger finger that's like Mohammad Ali's brainstem

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

2]
It's uncanny how are ready to end me
I deserve and Grammys and plenty of pennies
And pretty Chevy's on hydrolics
Verses like they're on
Making cry like babies when they got the colic
artists 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 Debarge can't keep his out of rehab
The Puerto Rican spic been sicker Auswitch
Since Noah's Ark was just a pile of
You think you're fabulous till the savages double
your house and it's singing like Christmas carollers
I till I'm raspy
I'm than Raz-B
Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit it's fucking nasty
You softer than Avril Levine shrapnal at the king
The madder rapper that'll shatter your bladder and spleen
It's an animal thing and on your grave I will on
Your pussy CD will not go double

3]
Yo
They try to my energy, it ain't meant to be
Consider me Lecter giving out food recipes
ass kicked and your path to the casket choosed
Bastards rubbing me the wrong way like a bad
Ricanstruction ain't an album a murder exhibition
Sit and turn the skeleton key into the ignition
Hold hands in a senance realize that the table's
In an industry frail and fucking calcium deficient
Thank that the visionary Poison Pen has back arisen
every beat that 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