Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City

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

Alabama rich, I'm alabama
Shady
Ghetto Vision, kids I'm in, this bitch with hits
Big camera and, fuck around I leave your momma with a lit
of candles lit, happy birthday me
Radioactive is a magnet for treats
New house, shoes
It's all my opponents saw me and said let's lose
move!
Is it me? or the "let's choose"
I'm teaching the class, you mothafuckas slept through
So even the haters instigating my students
But a couple of questions that I say yes too
Like Mr dobalina Mr bob can I sick em for ya Bob?
Can I pick ya chrome up, and pick off for ya from afar with the beamer?
Cause I seen him, he's a fault, he's a cob cleaner
I shoulda loose but I refuse to be an o-bama-nator
You on me and you probably an o-bama-hater
Laugh at you chronic players, sit a sonic laser, and shoot you from Pluto with a soup bowl full of now-and-laters
Niggas can still see in the shot, cause I'm a power
Shower these cowards without a of my power
And take ya bitch without a shower til I'm sour til hours later, she still come lying about the one that her momma gave her. (ugh!)
knows I'm a loose cannon, with a wick the size of a fuckin toothpick, better back up quick and assume the damage
What I gave this beat is like a for a chief example
That I got a way with tracks, a Chinese scandal
Back away from the bicycle, tricyles fit you
another cypher, better yet pick up rifle, and do ya self a favor
And kill ya self hoe!
And do it next to a river so gotta dig a hole.