Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

Boom, I'ma go kill it, mayne
still hating, but you know I be the realist, mayne
Eastside nigga, all day and
killing all these rappers but I feel no sorrow
Bitch, I'm still an alien, get prepared for
to kill this beat, no chorus, no interruption
I'm a m-o-n-s-t-e-r, that choppa split his wig, and his head apart
I'ma keep on stacking money 'til, 'til like the bus height
on my wrist be shining like bus lights
Niggas talking all that shit, but can't rhyme right
Wanna have my style, I call that a soundbite
I yo' beat and beat yo' beat and leave it comatose
keep on sippin' syrup until I overdose
I am sick with something they yet to diagnose
I take yo' bitch, fuck yo' bitch then tell her adios
Bitch ass nigga, ya really wan' do
Come up in ya spot like ya pussy niggas gon' do
I do not with the commotion
I'm a chemist in the lab, and I got the potent
I more hoes, than a collage
Bad yellow bitch, she give my a massage
All my niggas got weight just like a bodyguard
I am the Human and I leave these niggas charred
See me on the streets, dressed like a
I'm the best of the best, you find nobody greater
Exuding all energy like a generator
I keep on rising up like a escalator
I hit your track, a Freight Train
Choppa on my lap will 'em ordained
R.I.P to another track that was
Jay F. Tae and the F is for Flame