Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Goin' In Remix

[Verse 1: Nasty

Smokin' on that Cali Kush, my boy sells it by the
I'm packin' heat with the .45 in my belt
Shawty lookin' so fine, I could've felt
I drugged the bitch, the drug I could've melt
I'm feelin' so fine in the of my Hummer
Ridin' down a main street, I'm like a winner
I've in the running for a long time
I feel it's safe to say that DPalm can bust a bomb
When I down a verse, there ain't no controversy
Look at your bitch, she's fifteen, call that
on Arabian shit, don't you know? the good stuff
The smoke hit the back of your throat, the shit is
you suckers, DPalm gonna murder this investigation
Who's the next bad rapper? on a mutilator
Fry you bitches up in, what is frialator
I worked at fast food, don't fuck with what I'm
I don't wanna be the rapper on TV
I just wanna be me, about succeeding
Smokin' spliffs and we be hittin' Mauwie Wowie shit
Drinkin 'til we daze-y, back down shots of Bacardi

2: Prez]

Parental stickers all over my merchandise
Like I was gonna put a "Fuck you" in front of my eyes
Who the fuck is Dana Carvey? I'm the of disguise
Get as high as I am right now, and be clappin' in the skies
Don't be foolish, that plot's kinda like the "Mission: Impossible"
Your homeboy's shit that got me actin' kinda pausible
(Pause) A.K.A. for actin' gay
Concoct your own acronym for "Prez is spray"
believe me, I'll do it, my words are the truest
And I will throw some shit that leaves you in your fluids
Young Money co-signer, please free
So we can be live, like cable TV
I'm new to this league, but great like John
We be burnin', Sean Paul, hard to kill, Steven
We goin' in, a robber, hide your toddler
Windows we smash 'em, TVs we 'em, don't holler
No problems, we got 'em
Melt your head off in layers, like a human
poppin', Smith & Wes Glockin'
And we treat red like bed nights, and we ain't stoppin'