Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City

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

rich, I'm alabama rich
Shady
Vision, hello kids I'm in, this bitch with hits
Big and, fuck around I leave your momma with a candle lit
Speaking of candles lit, happy me
Radioactive is a for birthday treats
New house, shoes
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 of questions 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 afar with the beamer?
Cause I seen him, he's a fault, he's a cob cleaner
I shoulda been but I refuse to be an o-bama-nator
You hate on me and you probably an
Laugh at you chronic players, sit with a sonic laser, and shoot you 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 still 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
That I got a way with tracks, a weave scandal
Back away the bicycle, tricyles fit you better
another cypher, better yet pick up rifle, and do ya self a favor
And kill ya self hoe!
And do it next to a so nobody gotta dig a hole.