Luyện nghe bài hát Jeopardy

[Intro: Killer
I'm gonna bang this bitch the out!
You betta' -- You might wanna record the way you feelin' like history bein'
muthafucka put a mirror on the goddamn screen
go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! That's we're gonna do, Mick

1: Killer Mike]
I'm up at midnight, I'm dippin' off in my
A gun and a metal pizzipe, a is to my rizzight
I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies who a purpose
I've got 'em filled up with like Mizzike is you all rizzight?
I'm lookin' lurkin' on bitches twerkin' for
The bitch's bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' and cursin'
I'm putting in faces at random places like
Bitch it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Bad man chillin', the is here
No Jesuses here, I hear the in my ear
And I want it , I it, see it, I take it
fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up, leave you naked
The jewels runners, top tag team for two
Live and let live, fuck you cuz cause that's a fool's
I'm walkin' on two llamas
You Niggas ass and trash and trash, it, I'm too honest
So fuck you fuckboys forever, I hope I said it
And that's about the psyche of Jaime and
You meet pair better, highly unlikely
And if I can't rap, then fuck, then fight me
I live for the of the kill, yes it excites me
You know your rapper ain't shit and me, I might be
The representation of God you might see
Pay honors like your momma young sonna and a right knee
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa three
Mix the mind of Jordan and Chuck D and find me
I with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B
Prevail through Hell, so Satan get behind me

(Run the Jewels)

[Verse 2:
I've never been much of shit, by most measurements exist
On the radar a little blip in the shadow of
Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of spin Like the sign on my back says "stab me", my soul is your little bitch
But maybe you should be when flipping a stranger's switch Like assuming the war is won ain't a symptom of arrogance
When nothing to lose a step up then for the win
So we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to our dicks
I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to you
The kitten became a lion that look at your like great food
why we got the people behind us
While other rappers are vaginas for the fame the jewels will always stay rude
your permission, was never yours to begin with
And bar of the bitch shit you spit is your fucking prison
I been here raw shit and never asked to be lauded
Run the Jewels is the answer, question is "what's poppin'?"