Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City

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

Alabama rich, I'm rich
Shady
Ghetto Vision, hello kids I'm in, this bitch hits
Big camera and, fuck around I your momma with a candle lit
Speaking of candles lit, birthday me
Radioactive is a magnet for birthday
New house, shoes
It's like all my opponents saw me and said lose
move!
Is it me? or the "let's choose"
Cause' I'm teaching the class, you mothafuckas 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, he's a fault, a real cob cleaner
I been loose but I refuse to be an o-bama-nator
You hate on me and you an o-bama-hater
Laugh at you chronic players, sit with a sonic laser, and shoot you from Pluto with a soup bowl full of
Niggas can still see in the shot, I'm a power fader
Shower these without a doubt of my power
And take ya bitch without a shower til I'm sour til hours later, she still 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 back up quick and the damage
What I gave this beat is like a treat for a chief
That I got a way tracks, a Chinese weave scandal
Back away from the bicycle, fit you better
Pick another cypher, better yet pick up rifle, and do ya a favor
And kill ya self hoe!
And do it next to a river so gotta dig a hole.