Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Mind of Hopsin

In high school, Marcus wasn't a helpful
He out cause teachers would never help him through it
And if I don't this rap game who else would do it?
This is my motherfucking world, to it
If you thinking that Hop's whack, you is hating
And what the fuck do my contacts have to do with
I want a bitch a bomb ass and some lubrication
A loverboy, you see I'm but I'm rude and blatant
Now you listen here: I started a movement this
I will you up if you interfere
You been a queer your whole fucking life and I'll you into gear
You trying to prove you a lunatic? Ooh, I'm in fear!
You on some sloppy-clown bitch shit: rip your head off
Poke a through it, then beat the rest of your body down with it
I start violence, cops come the loud sirens
Now I to hop a barbed-wire fence
They find me in the broke car I had been hiding in
is now the charge I'm against
Walk up to the jail with the guard I am with
He me in and then the bar slides in
This new age of rappers, all wanna do is floss, why?
Swearing they're the boss guy, thinking they're all fly
You, Lil' Wayne, Soulja Boy, this Asher guy
Normally I wouldn't mind, but this time, lost mine!
Who the hell is he? The biggest that you'll ever meet
White contacts, so you motherfuckers me
put together so cleverly, you will never be
On my level, I chop all of you rappers to
Fake thugs rap like: "I'll let the Glock at you
Just got out the pen I move how real niggas move"
No, don't lie, cause it hurts when you the truth
You got out the pen and wrote a verse it, didn't you?
life, you can't tell me nothing
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 dick out of my pants? Well, she sucked it
I went to Wal-Mart a Visa card, bought your wife a leotard
And made her try it on to get my hard
I'm pissed enough, I can never find a to fuck
I beat my dick a lot, that's why only my right is buff
I go off of two packs of Now Or Laters
Then fight niggas like I was the black Ranger
Head to the lake then a couple alligators
Then run through the woods butt-naked; so what, It's nature
Why the fuck would I collab
Yeah you're good friends with Marcus but don't wanna rap witchu!
You're full of like some ass-tissue
And you're a bitch you go to studios you bring your dad with you
No! Unacceptable, now watch me a flow
Niggas be hating cause I'm balling just my testicles
Word is bond, the way I'm on mic and serving bombs
I might as well have an bin Laden turban on