Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Them All

Yeah. beat is crazy, shout out to me.
All you fuckin', uh, D League, peasant,
tier 98-ass rappers and little journalists and shit,
y'all can suck my dick. I even met y'all man,
so fuckin' obsessed.
I'm on some kill everybody shit, y'all!

Yeah, I've been withholdin', I really feel explodin'
People pokin', provokin', I'm suffocating, I'm
The that no one gets it, I just try to suppress it
I really need to express it, I should reinvest it and go off
Off, off on you
I wonder why these fuckin' grown men always like bitches
Y'all so obsessed with me, I've even talked to you bitches

I'd run you over with my Lambo, wouldn't for you bitches
I'm at my point, I can wave and point
And you'll breaking joints so loudly, exclamation point
takin' bribes, they be shavin' points
I see the game every angle, I be playin' point
I be playin' coach, I be owner
I be playin' fan, and I play
Gettin' great exposure from all the hate, y'all are hustling
This goes for anybody and any bum-ass rapper,

Now you me no choice
I have to 'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
Now you leave me no
I to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)

Any rapper can get it, I'm headshots, headshots
You talk to me if you can't sell out Red Rocks, Red Rocks
ten thousand,
watch your mouth when you speak your superiors
Premeditated murder, I'm plottin' my Nigerians (Yes, oh!)
Peekin' you, chiefin' and eating fufu
We see this dreamin' grew to, arenas in Honolulu
Doin' streams like I'm Hulu, label via Bluetooth
tryna do voodoo, this zoo is making me coo-coo

And fuck the media and the politics in this
The snakes and the lies and the in this industry
And these WWE-ass rappers
High mentality, glee-ass rappers
Fake family ties, say brother too much
Y'all get by the same women, y'all say you love her too much
And y'all be runnin' the truth, y'all take cover too much
I'm tired of this shit, man, enough is enough

Now you leave me no
I to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
Now you me no choice
I to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)

Rappers dissin' for attention that the music ain't
I understand, it's frustratin' my rappers ascencion
Watching arenas sell out, watching my plaques
When you headline a tour, and when you drop they don't buy
But you got followers though, but what they for
But that's most of them are
fake, let me let your followers
That y'all be payin' social agencies twenty thou' every month
Just to comment, like, and follow your

It's all a front, y'all are glorified Instagram
Got millions of followers, but can't even sell out your
Y'all antics and skits 'cause you can't drop a hit
jewelry, posting lean, poppin' Xanax for clicks
In fact, weighted with designers, costume shop carolers
Bunch of crackheads and clowns, bunch of Boondocks
Damn, y'all not scarin' us with Internet loose lips
I be at the same festival and y'all do shit

Now you me no choice
I to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)

Now you me no choice
I to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)
'em all (kill 'em all)

Man, I don't even like that it's easy to write whole songs and
shit about this of shit.
Sometimes you gotta get it off your chest though.
I hope the understand that sometimes I really be tryna
this shit, man. I miss my old shit sometimes. Fuck it