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 save rap game who else would do it?
This is my motherfucking world, to it
If you thinking that Hop's whack, then you is
And what the fuck do my contacts have to do Satan?
I want a bitch a bomb ass and some lubrication
A loverboy, you see I'm but I'm rude and blatant
Now you here: I started a movement this year
I fuck you up if you interfere
You been a queer your whole fucking life and kick 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 stick through it, then beat the rest of your down with it
I start violence, cops come with the loud
Now I have to hop a barbed-wire
They me in the broke down car I had been hiding in
Homicide is now the I'm against
Walk up to the jail cell with the I am with
He me in and then the bar slides in
new age of rappers, all they wanna do is floss, why?
Swearing the boss guy, thinking that they're all fly
You, Lil' Wayne, Boy, this Asher Roth guy
I wouldn't mind, but this time, I've lost mine!
Who the hell is he? The biggest hater that ever meet
contacts, so you motherfuckers 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 niggas move"
No, don't lie, it hurts when you hear the truth
You got out the pen and wrote a with it, didn't you?
Fuck life, you can't tell me
I'll a knife in your back and leave it poking out through your belly-button
Sir, daughter wasn't that reluctant
You see this dick bulging out of my pants? Well, she sucked it
I went to Wal-Mart 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 only my right is buff
I go dumb off of two packs of Now Or
Then niggas 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? nature
Why the fuck would I witchu?
Yeah you're good friends with Marcus but don't wanna rap witchu!
You're full of shit like some
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 this mic and serving
I might as well an Osama bin Laden turban on