Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

Boom, I'ma go kill it, mayne
Niggas hating, but you know I be the realist, mayne
Eastside nigga, all day and
Still killing all these but I feel no sorrow
Bitch, I'm still an alien, get prepared for
About to this beat, no chorus, no interruption
I'm a m-o-n-s-t-e-r, that choppa split his wig, and pull his apart
I'ma keep on stacking money 'til, 'til like the bus height
on my wrist be shining like bus lights
Niggas all that shit, but they can't rhyme right
Wanna have my style, I call that a soundbite
I take yo' beat and beat yo' beat and it comatose
I'ma keep on sippin' until I overdose
I am sick with something have yet to diagnose
I yo' bitch, then fuck yo' bitch then tell her adios
Bitch ass nigga, what ya really do
Come up in ya like what ya pussy niggas gon' do
I do not deal with the
I'm a in the lab, and I got the special potent
I keep more hoes, than a
Bad yellow bitch, she my dick a massage
All my got that weight just like a bodyguard
I am the Human Torch and I leave these charred
See me on the streets, like a skater
I'm the best of the best, you won't find greater
Exuding all this like a generator
I keep on rising up a fucking escalator
I hit your track, like a Freight
Choppa on my lap keep 'em ordained
R.I.P to another track was slain
Jay F. Tae and the F is for Flame