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, bitch with hits
Big camera and, fuck around I your momma with a candle lit
of candles lit, happy birthday me
Radioactive is a magnet for birthday
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
Mr dobalina Mr bob dobalina can I sick em for ya Bob?
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 loose but I 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 from Pluto with a soup full of now-and-laters
can still see in the shot, cause I'm a power fader
Shower these cowards 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 fuckin toothpick, better back up quick and 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, better yet pick up rifle, and do ya a favor
And ya self midget hoe!
And do it to a river so nobody gotta dig a hole.