Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City

Yeah! Sourmilk,
L.A.
(Buzzin' on the ho!)

rich, I'm alabama rich
Shady
Ghetto Vision, kids I'm in, this bitch with hits
Big and, fuck around I leave your momma with a candle lit
Speaking of candles lit, happy me
Radioactive is a for birthday treats
New house, fresh
It's like all my opponents saw me and said let's
move!
Is it me? or the "let's choose"
Cause' I'm teaching the class, you slept through
So even the haters only my students
But a couple of questions I won't say yes too
Like Mr Mr bob dobalina can I sick em for ya Bob?
Can I pick ya chrome nina up, and pick off for ya afar with the beamer?
Cause I seen him, a fault, he's a real cob cleaner
I been loose but I refuse to be an o-bama-nator
You hate on me and you probably an
Laugh at you chronic players, sit with a sonic laser, and shoot you from Pluto with a soup bowl of now-and-laters
Niggas can still see in the shot, cause I'm a power
Shower cowards without a doubt of my power
And take ya bitch without a shower til I'm til hours later, she still come back lying about the one that her momma gave her. (ugh!)
Everybody knows I'm a loose cannon, with a wick the size of a fuckin toothpick, better up quick and assume the damage
What I gave this beat is like a treat for a chief
That I got a way with tracks, a Chinese scandal
Back away from the bicycle, fit you better
Pick another cypher, yet pick up rifle, and do ya self a favor
And ya self midget hoe!
And do it to a river so nobody gotta dig a hole.