Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Mind of Hopsin

In high school, wasn't a helpful student
He out cause teachers would never help him through it
And if I don't save this rap game who else do it?
This is my world, welcome to it
If you thinking that Hop's whack, then you is
And the fuck do my contacts have to do with Satan?
I want a bitch with a bomb ass and some
A loverboy, you see I'm that but I'm rude and
Now you listen here: I started a this year
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: I'll rip your off
Poke a stick it, then beat the rest of your body down with it
I start violence, cops come the loud sirens
Now I have to hop a barbed-wire
They find me in the broke down car I had been in
Homicide is now the charge I'm
Walk up to the jail with the guard I am with
He me in and then the bar slides in
new age of rappers, all they wanna do is floss, why?
Swearing they're the boss guy, thinking that all fly
You, Wayne, Soulja Boy, this Asher Roth guy
Normally I wouldn't mind, but time, I've lost mine!
Who the is he? The biggest hater that you'll ever meet
White contacts, so you remember me
Lyrics put together so cleverly, you never be
On my level, I chop all of you to celery
Fake thugs rap "I'll let the Glock spit at you
Just got out the pen cause I move how real move"
No, don't lie, cause it hurts when you hear the
You got out the pen and wrote a with it, didn't you?
life, you can't tell me nothing
I'll shove a in your back and leave it poking out through your belly-button
Sir, your wasn't that reluctant
You see this 8-inch bulging out of my pants? Well, she sucked it
I to Wal-Mart 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 a bitch to fuck
I my dick a lot, that's why only my right wrist is buff
I go dumb off of two of Now Or Laters
Then fight niggas I was the black Power Ranger
Head to the lake then wrestle a alligators
Then run through the butt-naked; so what, pal? It's nature
Why the would I collab witchu?
Yeah you're good with Marcus but Hopsin don't wanna rap witchu!
You're full of shit some ass-tissue
And you're a when you go to studios you bring your dad with you
No! Unacceptable, now watch me wreck a
Niggas be hating cause I'm balling like my testicles
Word is bond, the way I'm on mic and serving bombs
I might as well an Osama bin Laden turban on