Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Them All

Yeah. This beat is crazy, out to me.
All you fuckin', uh, D League, peasant,
tier 98-ass rappers and clickbait-ass journalists and shit,
y'all can my dick. I never even met y'all man,
so fuckin' obsessed.
I'm on some kill shit, fuck y'all!

Yeah, I've withholdin', I really feel like explodin'
pokin', provokin', I'm suffocating, I'm chokin'
The feeling no one gets it, I just try to suppress it
I need to express it, I really should reinvest it and go off
Off, off on you
I wonder why these fuckin' grown men always like bitches
so obsessed with me, I've never even talked to you bitches

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

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 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 can't talk to me if you can't out Red Rocks, Red Rocks
ten thousand,
watch your mouth when you speak 'bout superiors
Premeditated murder, I'm plottin' my Nigerians (Yes, oh!)
through you, chiefin' and eating fufu
We see this dreamin' grew to, arenas in Honolulu
Doin' streams I'm Hulu, label talks via Bluetooth
People tryna do voodoo, this zoo is making me

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

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 leave me no
I have to '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 ain't gettin'
I understand, it's frustratin' watching my rappers
Watching arenas out, watching my plaques multiply
When you don't headline a tour, and when you drop they 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 media agencies twenty thou' every
Just to comment, like, and follow account

It's all a front, are glorified Instagram entertainers
Got millions of followers, but can't even sell out basement
Y'all droppin' antics and 'cause you can't drop a hit
jewelry, posting lean, poppin' Xanax for clicks
In fact, you're weighted designers, costume shop carolers
Bunch of crackheads and clowns, bunch of Boondocks
Damn, y'all not scarin' us with your Internet loose
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 like that it's this easy to write whole songs and
shit about type of shit.
Sometimes you just get it off your chest though.
I hope the understand that sometimes I really be tryna
leave this shit, man. I my old shit sometimes. Fuck it