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, bitch with hits
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
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 haters only my students
But a couple of that I won't say yes too
Like Mr dobalina Mr bob dobalina can I sick em for ya
Can I pick ya chrome up, and pick off for ya from afar with the beamer?
Cause I seen him, he's a fault, he's a real cob
I shoulda been 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 still see in the shot, I'm a power fader
Shower cowards without a doubt of my power
And take ya bitch without a shower til I'm sour til 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 toothpick, better back up quick and assume the damage
What I gave this 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, yet pick up rifle, and do ya self a favor
And ya self midget hoe!
And do it next to a river so gotta dig a hole.