Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Mind of Hopsin

In school, Marcus wasn't a helpful student
He dropped out cause teachers would never him through it
And if I don't save this rap game who else do it?
is my motherfucking world, welcome to it
If you thinking that whack, then you is hating
And the fuck do my contacts have to do with Satan?
I want a with a bomb ass and some lubrication
A loverboy, you see I'm that but I'm and blatant
Now you listen I started a movement this year
I will fuck you up if you
You been a queer your whole fucking and I'll kick you into gear
You trying to you a lunatic? Ooh, I'm oozing in fear!
You on some bitch shit: I'll rip your head off
Poke a stick through it, then beat the rest of your down with it
I start violence, cops come the loud sirens
Now I have to hop a fence
find me in the broke down car I had been hiding in
Homicide is now the charge I'm
Walk up to the jail with the guard I am with
He pushes me in and the bar slides in
This new age of rappers, all they do is floss, why?
Swearing they're the boss guy, thinking that all fly
You, Lil' Wayne, Soulja Boy, this Roth guy
Normally I wouldn't mind, but time, I've lost mine!
Who the hell is he? The biggest that you'll ever meet
White contacts, so you remember me
put together so cleverly, you will never be
On my level, I all of you rappers to celery
Fake thugs rap "I'll let the Glock spit at you
Just got out the pen cause I how real niggas move"
No, lie, cause it hurts when you hear the truth
You got out the pen and a verse with it, didn't you?
Fuck life, you can't tell me
I'll shove a knife in back and leave it poking out through your belly-button
Sir, daughter wasn't that reluctant
You see this 8-inch bulging out of my pants? Well, she sucked it
I went to with a Visa card, bought your wife a leotard
And her try it on to get my penis hard
I'm pissed enough, I can never find a to fuck
I beat my dick a lot, that's why my right wrist is buff
I go off of two packs of Now Or Laters
Then fight like I was the black Power Ranger
Head to the lake then wrestle a couple
Then run through the woods butt-naked; so what, pal? It's
Why the fuck would I collab
Yeah you're good friends with Marcus but don't wanna rap witchu!
You're full of shit some ass-tissue
And a bitch when you go to studios you bring your dad with you
No! Unacceptable, now watch me a flow
Niggas be hating I'm balling just like my testicles
Word is bond, the way I'm on mic and serving bombs
I might as have an Osama bin Laden turban on