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 and, fuck around I leave your momma with a candle lit
Speaking of candles lit, birthday me
Radioactive is a for birthday treats
New house, shoes
like all my opponents saw me and said let's lose
move!
Is it me? or the "let's choose"
Cause' I'm teaching the class, you slept through
So even the only instigating my students
But a couple of that I won't say yes too
Like Mr dobalina Mr bob dobalina can I em for ya Bob?
Can I pick ya chrome nina up, and pick off for ya from afar the beamer?
Cause I seen him, he's a fault, he's a cob cleaner
I shoulda been loose but I refuse to be an
You hate on me and you 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 see in the shot, cause I'm a power fader
these cowards without a doubt of my power
And take ya bitch without a shower til I'm sour til hours later, she come back lying about the one that her momma gave her. (ugh!)
Everybody 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 beat is like a treat for a chief example
That I got a way with tracks, a Chinese scandal
Back from the bicycle, tricyles fit you better
Pick another cypher, better yet pick up rifle, and do ya a favor
And kill ya midget hoe!
And do it next to a river so gotta dig a hole.