Luyện nghe bài hát Lie, Cheat, Steal

[Verse 1:
Smoke the loosie drift
it like a crucifix
Blow from the nose I'm a dragon to a
Got a average of bein' excellent the median dope
Like the ratio of heroin to laxative sold
have spoken, demanded your pure devotion
Get magnetized to the ground while the falcons of murder in
I chose to go guano, y'all know, bat shit
The bright of fuckery stuck in me automatic
I'll tea bag a piranha tank, heart beatin'
A wild one who'll swim like directly he's eaten
While holding a toaster 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 my craft expresses
Born in a little shop of that I can't even afford to rent in
Where's the
Wanna talk shop I can chop it up with touch, whats the rush?
Autograph flaps, tag em up
I brag enough you de facto suck
A lotta you new to the El Producto
like "fuck is you?"
I'm a little spot on a sun of lies
But I'm not too high to say I'm the
I the booth to catch blood like a Bateman
Nothing sacred I'll a play pen
Jewel runner make the name stick
Not for sale but I'm takin

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

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

Everybody it
doin' it
Everybody it