Luyện nghe bài hát Jeopardy

[Intro: Killer
I'm gonna bang bitch the fuck 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 what gonna do, Mick

[Verse 1: 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 who lack a purpose
I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like Mizzike is you all
I'm lookin' lurkin' on bitches for service
The bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'
I'm putting pistols in faces at random places
Bitch give it up or stand to Satan
Bad man chillin', the villains is
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 for two summers
Live and let live, you cuz cause that's a fool's honor
I'm totin' on two llamas
You ass and trash and trash, fuck it, I'm too honest
So you fuckboys forever, I hope I said it politely
And that's about the psyche of and Mikey
You meet another pair better, unlikely
And if I rap, then maggot fuck, then fight me
I for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me
You know your favorite rapper ain't shit and me, I be
The closest representation of God you see
Pay honors your momma young sonna and take a right knee
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, nine three
Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and me
I spit the diction of Malcolm 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 don't exist
On the radar a blip in the shadow of motherships
Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin Like the sign on my says "stab me", my soul is your little bitch
But you should be careful when flipping a stranger's switch Like assuming the war is won ain't a symptom of arrogance
When to lose a step up then everything's for the win
So we in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our dicks
I live to spit on your grave, my is to disgrace you
The kitten became a lion that at your face like great food
why we got the people behind us
While other rappers are vaginas for the the jewels runners will always stay rude
Motherfuck your permission, was never to begin with
And every bar of the bitch shit you spit is your prison
I been here making raw shit and never asked to be
Run the Jewels is the answer, your is "what's poppin'?"