Luyện nghe bài hát Hive

Promise Heron I'll put my fist up after I get my sucked
buck, maybe a gold chain
With that fucking that s-s-so belittles men
tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly fucking with niggas, nigga listen
The description fit, if not a synonym of menace, then forget it
In turn, these critics and admitting the shit spit
It just like six furnaces writ it
It affixed learning them digits, and
"Dispelling myths, isn't he?"
One adolescent, fucking six-nigga
And crawling down fax like a rich nigga
Crack ceramic and slap a out of cash account
Stamp and shouting, thrashing, these niggas let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lackin', like snap, crackle, your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga
(Sweatshirt, nigga)

'87 top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw
(Brutus in that booth, scoop, hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking, thud knocking teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't fuck no cop
(Rolling with that swamp)
Catch me over top
(Rapping to that rock)
(Passionless in old Jive
With them wide open)
(Dim the lights, focused)
Like nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch

a city that's recession-hit
With stress niggas could metal with, peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments to stay Jekyll-ish
But most niggas Hyde, and Brenda stay pregnant
Breaking news: death's less important the Lakers lose
There's lead in that baby food, heads try to it through
Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she to
Ride dirty as the fucking sky you praying to
So I sit, eye in the pyramid
God it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
Disappear again, reappear
On top of a lear, it into the kids' ear again
Provider of the music
For the crack rock and the mascot, Earl
Rawer the skinned knee cap on the blacktop
Salivary glands, lighter for the matchbox
Striking, wait, wait, who the you badder than?
Boy oh boy, I'm bad as pollo off the grill and shit
Spitter of the Nick, nimble, rickrolling
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage

'87 top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, vomit up)
(Sub rocking, thud niggas teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't with no cop
(Rolling with flow swamp)
Catch me over top
(Rapping to that rock)
(Passionless in old clothing
With them wide open)
(Dim the lights, focused)
it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch

Quit with all that tough talk, bruh, we you niggas ain't about shit
Come around, we gun 'em down, piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits, weapons
I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is
Selling thizz, couldn't tell him the recipe is
Got 'em wishing that they gave these weapons to kids, cheers
Send chills up spines of fat bitches
Shows out sandwiches, niggas get it how they
Live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting
boy told me when it's time to ride, they'll send them for me
Ain't nobody scaring me, niggas ain't for heat
Tools hit like sticks, the way I cue shit
If this was '88, I have signed to Ruthless
Nine-four, would've had them walking Death Row
First is when the best go, is what the rest do
Voice inside my told me, "Wet 'em if they test you"
So it's Raging Waters
That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your seedless
Everybody hard until it's only God they
Kittens soft but in they be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it
But to each his own, I ain't long as I can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police
'em "Free Smalls," off Palm with the heat drawn
Strapped up long as the chief for police
Raised where the beasts are, of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby J, bony niggas Ks
Ruger the pork face, Jewish for the court case
Here to you niggas from the sorbet, Coldchain

Like it's nothing, cause nothing, bitch