Luyện nghe bài hát Pound of Flesh / Paris Tokyo 2

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This your beat I'm sorry, but her were so starry
I had to get some-uhh...one up it
Hit the bricks, the coins, pick up the shit
Like a pooper scooper even dog shit was once
Underdogs of the past can be the shit up in the
I my shoulders off to remove my bazooka
What we doing? full of spades, hold a mic like Bob Barker
It's manure if you new to the ways of the
The base meaning is I'm a roofer, (woo!), I'm going fuschia
All I need is a coup and a princess behind me like King
If a nigga me and he black he might shoot ya
And motherfuckin real, even my mother, is fucking, real
Kitchen counter then undercover skills
Your beat is in my giving head to 'em
it out, stand up in it and call it leg room
Beat the beat it's beat there's eggs to 'em
repeat, eat it till it sleep, then wake it up
But then speak to it cause now it's like the feds to 'em
Beats having going to sleep cause now I'm like Fred to 'em
And if I can be any meaner, our patina was Martin and
To her I would ran, but now she like Pam
She still the flow but now I'm like damn
her away, but I had to scram back to the bullshit
Scramble to your pulpits and the preacher he legit
Beats get the deeper that I get
Damn right she ain't get the shaft, I'm just speaking from the tip
When the fire gone then I quit, cellphone still on the trip
So I can speak to the from the throne on my ship
And noble or sober or my nobler
with our hands and the waiter is a fan
Shout out to Mike Pharaoh keeping paper in my
Savile Row, or Mastermind Japan
Sky six on the blazer
Drop top Aston Cobra, I'mma race ya
Rico, before he do his bid
Got a father on him he gone show him where it is
Black dragon slayer they ain't knowing he did
Want in Bull city eating like a pig, lets do it!
Durk, Mouse, Paris, Keef, Boolu, Dub, Pharris,
Drama, Common, Flict, Ye, Chance, Illinois,