Luyện nghe bài hát Jeopardy

[Intro: Killer
I'm gonna bang bitch the fuck out!
You -- You might wanna record the way you feelin' like history bein' made
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 off in my Nizzikes
A gun and a metal pizzipe, a is to my rizzight
I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies who lack a
I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like is you all rizzight?
I'm lurkin' on bitches twerkin' for service
The bitch's bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and
I'm pistols in faces at random places like
give it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Bad man chillin', the is here
No Jesuses here, I the demons in my ear
And I want it , I it, see it, I take it
Never fake it, you motherfuckers up, leave you naked
The jewels runners, top tag for two summers
Live and let live, you cuz cause that's a fool's honor
I'm walkin' totin' on two
You Niggas ass and and trash, fuck it, I'm too honest
So fuck you fuckboys forever, I I said it politely
And about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey
You meet pair better, highly unlikely
And if I can't rap, maggot fuck, then fight me
I for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me
You know your favorite ain't shit and me, I might be
The closest representation of God you see
Pay like your momma young sonna and take a right knee
The of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three
Mix the mind of Jordan and Chuck D and find me
I spit with the diction of or say a Bun B
through Hell, so Satan get thee behind me

(Run the Jewels)

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