Luyện nghe bài hát Lie, Cheat, Steal

[Verse 1:
from the loosie drift
Hold it a crucifix
Blow from the nose I'm a dragon to a
Got a average of bein' excellent the just dope
Like the ratio of heroin to laxative sold
Authorities have spoken, demanded your pure
Get magnetized to the while the falcons of murder close in
I chose to go guano, know, kinda bat shit
The lights of fuckery stuck in me automatic
I'll tea bag a piranha tank, barely beatin'
A wild one who'll swim like directly he's eaten
While holding a oven that's plugged with a fork in it
Cause by electrocution's like life in New York, isn't it?
been a dentist, mom said it
Pain's the way that my expresses
Born in a little shop of horrors that I even afford to rent in
Where's the
talk shop I can chop it up with exacto touch, whats the rush?
Autograph flaps, tag em up
I don't brag you de facto suck
A lotta you new to the El milieu
Kinda "fuck is you?"
I'm a black spot on a sun of lies
But I'm not too high to say I'm the
I line the booth to catch like a Bateman
Nothing sacred I'll mace a pen
Jewel bitch make the name stick
Not for but I'm takin payments

Killer Mike]
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
(Everybody it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
Everybody it
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
(Everybody it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win

[Verse 2: Killer
I'm fly as a pegasus, no embellishment
I'm to pain the whole game, where the Excedrin
Good pussy, good marijuana that be my
And I'm a mixture of MJG and the
A revolutionary on my adversaries
And I love Dr. but violence might be necessary
Cause when you live on MLK and it very scary
You might have to pull AK, send one to the cemetery
We overworked, underpaid, and we
They love us, love us (why?)
Because we feed the
You really it or just became a prisoner of privilege?
You willing to share that information you've been given?
who really run this?
Like who run that man that say he run this?
Who who really run that man that say he run this, run run run run
who really fund this?
Like who really fund who say he fund
Like who in the world gon' tell Donald who to put on the "you can't come" list?
Now don't be
Who the gon' bully me if I got a billi?
If I got a billi and the bitch recording me I'm who cares
What I wouldn't be is on TV stutterin' scared
So the question is when Don's at home with that ass bitch alone
that voice on the side of the phone that shakes and rattles his bones?
Could it be the man behind the man behind the man behind the

Everybody it
Everybody it
doin' it