Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City

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

rich, I'm alabama rich
Shady
Ghetto Vision, hello I'm in, this bitch with hits
Big camera and, fuck around I leave your momma a candle lit
Speaking of lit, happy birthday me
Radioactive is a magnet for treats
New house, fresh
It's like all my opponents saw me and said let's
move!
Is it me? or the "let's choose"
Cause' I'm the class, you mothafuckas slept through
So even the only instigating my students
But a couple of questions I won't say yes too
Mr dobalina Mr bob dobalina can I sick em for ya Bob?
Can I pick ya chrome nina up, and pick off for ya from afar with the
Cause I him, he's a fault, he's a real 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 sonic laser, and shoot you from Pluto with a 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 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 size of a fuckin toothpick, back up quick and assume the damage
What I gave this beat is like a treat for a chief
That I got a way with tracks, a Chinese scandal
Back away from the bicycle, tricyles fit you
Pick cypher, better yet pick up rifle, and do ya self a favor
And kill ya self hoe!
And do it next to a river so gotta dig a hole.