Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Mind of Hopsin

In high school, wasn't a helpful student
He dropped out cause teachers never help him through it
And if I don't save this rap 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 do my contacts have to do with Satan?
I want a bitch a bomb ass and some lubrication
A loverboy, you see I'm that but I'm and blatant
Now you listen here: I started a movement this
I fuck you up if you interfere
You been a queer your whole life and I'll kick you into gear
You to prove 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, beat the rest of your body down with it
I start violence, cops come with the loud
Now I to hop a barbed-wire fence
They find me in the broke down car I had been in
is now the charge I'm against
Walk up to the jail cell with the guard I am
He pushes me in and then the bar in
This new age of rappers, all they wanna do is floss,
Swearing the boss guy, thinking that they're all fly
You, Wayne, Soulja Boy, this Asher Roth guy
Normally I wouldn't mind, but this time, I've mine!
Who the hell is he? The hater that you'll ever meet
contacts, so you motherfuckers remember me
Lyrics put together so cleverly, you will be
On my level, I chop all of you to celery
Fake rap like: "I'll let the Glock spit at you
Just got out the pen cause I move how niggas 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?
Fuck life, you can't tell me
shove a knife in your back and leave it poking out through your belly-button
Sir, your daughter wasn't 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 find a bitch to fuck
I my dick a lot, that's why only my right wrist is buff
I go dumb off of two packs of Now Or
Then fight niggas like I was the black Ranger
Head to the then wrestle a couple alligators
Then run through the butt-naked; so what, pal? It's nature
Why the fuck would I collab
Yeah you're good with Marcus but Hopsin don't wanna rap witchu!
You're full of shit like some
And you're a bitch when you go to studios you bring your dad you
No! Unacceptable, now me wreck a flow
Niggas be hating cause I'm just 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