Luyện nghe bài hát Looking For Trouble

[Verse 1: Blaq

You looking for
You found it, I'm right
Resevoir Dog nigga, cut off right ear
Blaq Poet dope kid, you know that
I'll cut you, head you
Can't with this throwback
Lyrics too hard like granite
Or gran-ITE feels like I'm not this planet
Or it's the Henny in me, I don't understand it
Fuck trying to figure it out I just it
Something's cooking, yo, who's for war
looking for a broke jaw get laid on the floor
Straight warrior, battle the warriors
Fuck what happened and what the story is
If you really want it all you do is test this
I'm reckless, you must a motherfucking death wish

[Hook: Spit (2x)

I allegiance to destruction, I'm tyrannical
I am the apex, top tier
King of the jungle, I was to be royal
I'm from a broken home, I was raised on enemy

2: Chino XL]

Big goes hard in the paint
Getting love out in Boston like I'm a Saint
Think that I'm done I ain't
I speak with a tongue full of
When I'm I pray for the lungs of Big Punisher the great
you an ass-whipping that's really just over fifteen minutes
The amount of hits that you will take to the face be in triple digits
You looking for Come get it and get an eye missing
Every verse I is a special limited edition
My words and worlds a perfect marriage
Bringing you that footage without them stupid shaking cameras
Paranormal Activity raw the depths of my depravity
Vengeance in my head got me walking the edge of
I'm the that will easily wake up Tim Burton beastily
Never peacefully, there's curtains a surgeon you up evenly
The uncooked that I eat wears prepared in demonic boil
Bile encapsulated in vials and mixed with soil
For artists no need for Thesaurus to bring verbal horrors
And for [?] I'm leaving you skinning them that movie Martyrs
It's proven of all rulers I'm the ghoulish
Fuck who you and crew is
I'll you on your cruise ship and decapitate you
And I'm your skull as congas
My movement is an animal
When I preach my speech
It's madness, like cow disease
My haters can't excel our [?] in hell
I'm sicker than a schizophrenic [?] a dyke itself
Fuck out of

[Verse 3: Paz]

You looking for trouble you found it I'm here
I rip the track in half you just a slight tear
I run rowdy motherfuckers who don't fight fair
Right there, stomp his fucking in with the knife head
I'm colder than polar the white bear
I'm from it ain't that motherfucking nice here
The manifestation of holiness is right
My with loneliness in the night air
I think it's knowledge you don't wanna fuck with me
If I'm your you wouldn't wanna be stuck with me
Pussy boy soaking wet like a buck
John Rambo, take his fucking with me
Just waiting until this Goose and this fucking dust me
You ain't [?] you ain't from a city
I was Killadelph, brothers [?]
I throw a right leave a sucker duck dizzy, stupid