Luyện nghe bài hát House of Sin

I'm a Tasmanian Devil, the Roadrunner
Rob the

1:]
I love beats by the and the Alchemist
People get inside my like John Malkovich
My life is getting complicated like
I like jumping off a bridge or a balcony
So I sit around, might sulk a bit
But still I'm holding on tight like a grip
Instead I about the suicide that I'll commit
I'm killer crazy words from the alphabet
up, sometimes I gotta leave the house and shit
Otherwise my life turn into the House of Sin
I'm into old friends asking, "How've you been? "
I lost three million dollars dog, how've you
My are falling out my head so my mouth all red
My teeth are rotten and there's holes in my couch and
Yeah every day reminders the it hurts
Cause I got burns in my Gucci shirts
Yo Mad I never write a goofy verse
I still I into the mirror thinking, "You've been cursed."
to your song, I have to pop a roofie first
Cause I am nuclear, I walk in a booth it's church

I'm on some Bruce Lee Enter the Dragon
Crouching Tiger Hidden shit
We are warriors, Red kid
There's warmth the wing of the dragon bitch

I'm on my hustle
My black '69 Mustang, it got
Mad samurais don't hide, we just em
You want me now we gonna crush em

2:]
I'm the Swollen general, we gonna swarm on you
My performance like me, I'm Moulin Rouge
I'm a cut into your like some Cordon Bleu
I'm on some Grand Dame, you drinking?
I make heart skip a beat like it's new Beirut
And if you don't know what to do then you stay on your stoop
People always ask me what do I play in the?
do I say? I'm just a dude in a Tom Ford suit
Space face erase cartoon, you dudes is Boop
Make a and break bread and then get jetty with the loot
Play around the and squeeze the juice out your grapefruit
Ketel One, Belvedere, or Grey Goose
Major league down, a homerun, a base?
Major always wonder when we gonna break loose
Can't the profit motherfucker, I'm like Jeru
S&M it's us again, people know we true
I'm on Apocalypse Now
Behind lines like black hawk down
The Shining, the Crazies, the Happening, the
Keep your eyes shut when the crows come around

I'm on my kung-fu
A black '69 Mustang it got
Mad don't hide, we just rush em
You want me street now we crush em

I'm on some Bruce Lee the Dragon shit
Crouching Hidden Dragon shit
We are warriors, Red kid
There's warmth under the wing of the dragon

I'm on my kung-fu
A black '69 Mustang it got
Mad samurais don't hide, we just em
You me street now we gonna crush em