Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City

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

rich, I'm alabama rich
Shady
Ghetto Vision, hello kids I'm in, this bitch with
Big camera and, fuck around I leave momma with a candle lit
Speaking of candles lit, birthday me
Radioactive is a for birthday treats
New house, fresh
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 slept through
So even the haters only instigating my
But a couple of questions that I say yes too
Like Mr dobalina Mr bob dobalina can I sick em for ya
Can I pick ya chrome nina up, and pick off for ya from 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 with a laser, and shoot you from Pluto with a soup bowl full of now-and-laters
can still see in the shot, cause I'm a power fader
Shower these cowards without a of my power
And take ya bitch 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 size of a fuckin toothpick, back up quick and assume the damage
What I gave this beat is like a treat for a example
That I got a way with tracks, a Chinese scandal
Back away the bicycle, tricyles fit you better
Pick another cypher, yet pick up rifle, and do ya self a favor
And kill ya self hoe!
And do it to a river so nobody gotta dig a hole.