Luyện nghe bài hát Have 2

1]
These rappers lines I never quote
They than them letter that Solar be claiming that Guru wrote
I wanna slit they throat and go berserk and stab
I'm underground and give a fuck who Rebecca Black is
Distributing these straight across your glass chin
I will Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a long casket
The monster that's sinister as a witches cackling
H1N1 off my tongue but is no vaccine
I'm brash and nocturnal and graphic like a whores
So I don't gotta rhyme till I'm turning purple to merk and you
I get more checks than my ese Stermal
When I clear you out early like a Jonas curfew
You try to sue the
Couldn't be by breathing tubes
Jesus wearing a T-Shirt that saying "What Would Do?"
I'm here to seal doom
XL is a
You never see me coming like a camouflage condom
The true villain, never killing
My haters are just big fans, should be spinning on my bedroom
But Chino got for every coward 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 uncanny how are ready to end me
I deserve and Grammys and plenty of pennies
And these pretty on hydrolics
like they're on anabolics
Making rappers cry babies when they got the colic
These wanna be me bad
If imitation is the highest of flattery
Than my raps should be as flat as Paris 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
Noah's Ark was just a pile of woodchips
You think fabulous till the savages double barrellers
Outside your house and it's like Christmas carollers
I spit till I'm
I'm sicker Raz-B
When Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit fucking nasty
You softer than Avril Levine shooting at the king
The madder rapper shatter your bladder matter and spleen
It's an animal thing and on your grave I dance on
Your pussy CD not go double tampoon

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