Luyện nghe bài hát Metaphor

Yo, you up in some sh-t f-ck cause every word I intense, you faggot
f-cking with this is like punching
I know your type, you with tough talk, you scared to brawl
never but your mouth is running marathons
it's I'm focused, I wont miss
any foes oppose get your throat slit
you can't call it, I'm flawless this is so sick
if I from my mistakes I wouldn't know shit
don't diss even if boys is deep
n-ggas suffer from arthiritis joints is weak
North cats is where the muthaf-ckers at
you wack bad but rhyme even worse than that
yo, how tables turn in life
paid ya dues, earn ya stripes, never be with ice
check it out, the more you pay for it
its giving me even more reason to take this
the main event, serving n-ggas the way I run through
herds with words is disturbing n-ggas
so it alone
I'm zoned, I'm never my throne
no need to play games, I'm in a of my own
its Therapist n-ggas you dick kisses
for you to get bigger, slimmer stick figures
you faggots stand how much love I get
but if you bump my sh-t than suck my dick
I'm taking over, I got it takes to make it over the top
you tryna diss me stop and think it over
I'm greater than any n-gga you the most
stepped on stage, got arrested for a show

Yo, my rain in the
it's therapist broadcast, to North C
you don't want that
Therapist and n-ggas
yo the name, remember the game