Luyện nghe bài hát Pen Game

Yo
PA to BK

Mac
S.K.Y.Z.O.O
I money, I love money.
You take a buck me, you doug funny.
I said I money, I love money.
You take a buck from me, duck dummy.

[Mac
Im with my man Skyzoo, is the class clown of his school.
Dround you in typhoons, hittin' you rhymes too
Haters keeps they eyes glued, if you my dude,
We stay high like IQ
And ya'll muther know where I'm comin from
Chewin' cats up, a little peice of bubble gum.
Tryin double sum's, hustle, wanna let my run.
I ain't even battling dude, I'm having fun it.
Jokes him feel wrong in his own skin,
Sippin gin from a bin makin' my dome spin.
And the type that'd try to take from your own kin.
it close on your toes, hangin from clothes pins.
I'm spittin blades, God damn it, my hurts.
I'm out feelin' with a bunch of tumors.
Yup, music's my baby, I gonna, lose her.
So I with the radio, like Cuba Gooding Junior.

Who you think bother me lyrically?
In the middle of I bring the heat.
My verse hot as your best ryhm, Damn.
The pen insane
Who you think could me lyrically?
In the middle of Alaska I the heat.
My worst hot as your best ryhm, Damn.
The pen game

I'm one drink away everything you meant to say
I think he on the rise of what the kings made
And in the blink of an eye I'm on the kings
But no album, this is all for the
In a different lane, no signs of road rage, aint no body over here to quit, so no gains
No sleep, no retreat, no surrender, no from me,
I'm the pen of the
I mean what I speak, so if I you a sentence,
Then it bez it bez, nothing hit on the agenda,
You leave it up to me, and you can up the team,
put your pride in end and I'm dismember limbers
The the city, the starting point guard, that can play up to the fall,
so the parts is all gone, no on the bench,
and I got a no trade clause, so I'm here haul no switchin

Who you think could me lyrically?
In the middle of I bring the heat.
My worst hot as your best ryhm, Damn.
The pen insane.
Who you think bother me lyrically?
In the of Alaska I bring the heat.
My worst verse hot as best ryhm, Damn.
The pen insane.

[Mac
Look, I rip to piece cook em or eat em raw
I was freestyles before I could read it all
MCs call me the monster in their mind that haunt them all the time
And they thought if they ryhm they could make the situation a lil diffrent then the present
See, I fucked this track, worried I got her pregnant,
I'm ass, yall is whack, taking out the garbage trash,
Duckin from these sharks n crabs, giving MCs attacks,
Its yo boy Mac, Im great, and you guessed, no love like a man with aids,
I feel you dancin gays some hand grenades, drop bombs, remove your hands and legs,
And I pray dear Lord please give me the strenghth not put these stakes in their taint till they faint,
Suffocating, now you choke you a broke MC, now aint nothing to do but smoke weed like...

Who you could bother me lyrically?
In the middle of I bring the heat.
My worst hot as your best ryhm, Damn.
The pen insane.
Who you think bother me lyrically?
In the middle of Alaska I the heat.
My verse hot as your best ryhm, Damn.
The pen insane.

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