Luyện nghe bài hát Jesco White (Freestyle)

Billy!
MWA Bitch!
Low-fashion
Mr. Don Corleone!

One drop or a knot this boss
You might get rocked the fist or shot what you stuck in the cross
Hairs of a semi-au-to through your
See I gave a fuck once, now I do not
Hello, hello, I, lit up like a yellow
Like a young Jesco White, on a high
Chip a tooth when that pebble flies, at that Chevy wheel
Seen the world the Devil's eyes, he dared me to make a deal
I decline, of mine, that's a waste of time
Give me a break, spit on the snake, let 'em taste the
boots scaled like a plate of dimes
Black pressed dress to create a grime
You let fangs hang, haters can't do a dang thang
But complain, comment and shame, to gang-bang
That same bitch you double-tapping to bang came
To my like Su-Sussudio and show me brain games
See visionaries ain't got no problem with
I wake up like a prophet and hop up and fucking do it
No logical explanation on how I my music
I just find a socket, plug it in pocket and into it
Oh, what a feeling
Gotta take a minute and do breathing
Ain't take a day off work I went and took Cleveland, looking for a reason
Looking for a tie, for a suit
That Rock and Roll is due
Overdue, but the road is
you invade it's no-one's clue
No one knows, where it
you've been or what to do
But me in a nutshell bro
nuts, deja-vu
Oh what a dream, row boats
Sow oats, all with the beans
Ain't no gas, kid lets rock, buy the bot, not with the lean
In my coat when I fucking pop, like a in the morning gleam
After a rain, in the spring, Michael Wayne, me
Got it locked, is key
Got it hot in the C-
O-U-N-T-R-Y, in your sore eyes
If you want that four-five, come on in the
So deep that said your-tribe, to the north side
Look up in the back, that Heisenberg hat, pie
you to that Get Buck, Three-6 is our war cry
Kids are playing Fortnite, I was short-sight
see tomorrow, I just wanted one more bite
So I started stealing, chopping parts the porch light
I just wanted better than what could afford, why?
I am a son of a bitch! Hard as you ever saw
Shut up and duck or get hit, with here pepper y'all
with your fucked clique, and hit some methanol
Suck a dick, suck shit, all through an effin' straw
Naw he didn't-oh, yes the I did!
Now take these words, stay woke, and tattoo eye lids
Y'all bitches sleeping on me? I my own Hilton
I come with cots for you bots, go a nap in the den
While I master a with the mastering Mathers again
Slum-Shady, I'm plumb-crazy and again
But that trash in the atmosphere like a ravenous wind
When I pass in that black Cadillac, with and em'
Yeah, and its so much fun at it again
I just need to sing a bit, go get some practice and then
So let me my throat, let me see if I hear the notes
I hear the notes, now look in your black and strike a pose

Ain't it to be famous?
Everybody knows name
But you can't around here shameless
90% of so lame

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