Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me [Explicit]

Communicating anonymous doesn't accomplish too much
So imma get this fucking platform, keep on talkin' my
everybody
From the South of Atlanta
To the place I'm more familiar but I paint panoramas
That'll make you trip like I Lucy
By the way I a trip and I love Lucy
She introduced me to the
I wrap a noose around your boss quick
his stool out, and make his boss' boss feel it
And nah my don't fit
In the of my hands
So don't ask me to 'em, I let 'em hang I'm the man
spelling it out
I'm it out
Y'all then you flip
You're not hip not hop
I'm just a product of
To up artists submittin'
attempts to stay on, so all that garbage your givin'
Is you thrown out
I'm thrown, leave me I'm in my zone now
Too many
Diemon is full of lions it's to roam now
And my life, is a good
Bugus, rollin' kush
Never house a bitch they bite and bark, woof woof
Look,
The world is pulling me down I'm to push push
And let the in my head pull my sled, Balto, mush mush
Y'all lay beneath the tush
And pockets stay empty
your mouth is full of pussy
Go in ambition
Swim in some talent
Bust a nut full of
Then hit it again with some
And get it crackin' like the sea
I see monsters all that

But y'all ain't scarin' no one so just back
it's D-I-E-M-O-N
'Till the motherfucking ends
And I'm probably your girl is

Now them same motherfuckers wanna me
And I wonder if the lord heard of me
I need
So I'm doing I do
And don't say 'till you walk in my shoes

Now same mothafuckas wanna murder me
And I If the Lord ever heard of me (uh)
I need loot so I'm doin' I do
And don't say shit until you've in my shoes
There was no other to choose
I had nothin' left to so I'm singin' nigga blues

Imma, thinker, light smoker, henny drinker
gift, for the game, wrapped around my middle finger
No semi-circles in DIEMON shit
Squares linger
I'm your dudes favorite rapper, and your bitches singer
It's Springer in this hotel room, minus the violence
We questioning each other on some who what and why shit
But back to the living out the dream or find it
Fuck it I think I it
Fuck that I I found it
Y'all old dudes ain't new no more, y'all a fountain
Y'all be of the hill motherfuckers, I got the mountain
Y'all shoutin' making
Barely a wave I'll make the ocean
And park my yacht on your property with no apology for show
And I've met God a lot but I've never met
I've even met the Devil and kicked it her on some G shit
She me how to get to hell
I her how to leave it
And close that fucking shut as I walk towards my freedom (yah, do it)

Now them motherfuckers wanna murder me
And I wonder if the ever heard of me
I loot
So I'm doing I do
And don't say shit 'till you in my shoes

Now them same mothafuckas murder me
And I wonder If the Lord ever of me (uh)
I need so I'm doin' what I do
And don't say shit you've walked in my shoes
There was no other to choose
I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' blues

Don't get it fucked up you can get dropped
Employees handing out fades to the
I'm not saying that I'm one, nah
I'm just saying it can be done, oh oh oh oh