Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City

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

Alabama rich, I'm alabama
Shady
Ghetto Vision, hello kids I'm in, this bitch with
Big camera and, fuck around I leave your momma with a lit
Speaking of candles lit, birthday me
Radioactive is a magnet for treats
New house, fresh
It's like all my saw me and said let's lose
move!
Is it me? or the "let's choose"
Cause' I'm the class, you mothafuckas slept through
So even the haters only my students
But a couple of questions that I say yes too
Like Mr Mr bob dobalina can I sick em for ya Bob?
Can I pick ya chrome nina up, and off for ya from afar with the beamer?
Cause I seen him, he's a fault, he's a real cob
I shoulda been loose but I refuse to be an
You hate on me and you probably an
Laugh at you chronic players, sit with a sonic laser, and 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 doubt of my
And ya bitch without a shower til I'm sour 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 of a fuckin toothpick, better back up quick and assume the damage
What I this beat is like a treat for a chief example
I got a way with tracks, a Chinese weave scandal
Back from the bicycle, tricyles fit you better
Pick another cypher, better yet up rifle, and do ya self a favor
And ya self midget hoe!
And do it next to a river so nobody dig a hole.