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
a pooper scooper even dog shit was once eukanuba
Underdogs of the past can be the up in the future
I brush my 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 of the lupester
The meaning is I'm a roofer, (woo!), I'm going like fuschia
All I need is a coup and a princess behind me like King
If a nigga with me and he he might shoot ya
And motherfuckin real, even my mother, is fucking, real
Kitchen counter tapping undercover skills
Your beat is in my bedroom giving 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 trouble going to cause now I'm like Fred to 'em
And if I can be any meaner, our patina was Martin and
To her I have ran, but now she like Pam
She want the flow but now I'm like damn
Whisk her away, but I had to scram to the bullshit
to your pulpits and tell the preacher he legit
Beats get weaker the that I get
right she ain't even get the shaft, I'm just speaking from the tip
When the gone then I quit, cellphone still along on the trip
So I can speak to the choir from the on my ship
And noble or sober or my nobler
Eating our hands and the waiter is a fan
Shout out to Pharaoh keeping paper in my hands
Tailored Savile Row, or Japan
Sky six on the blazer
Drop top Aston Cobra, I'mma race ya
Free Rico, he do his bid
Got a father on him he gone show him where it is
Black dragon they ain't knowing what he did
Want everybody in Bull city eating a pig, lets do it!
Durk, Mouse, Paris, Keef, Boolu, Dub, Pharris,
Drama, Common, Flict, Ye, Chance, Illinois,