Luyện nghe bài hát Ran Out of Auto-Tune

Left wing in my crib a model room
wing there's a room just for Almond Spoons
I sing on track that's what they assume
Sorry but my ran out of autotune
You rap but I that you are a coon
And the one's that ain't coon are a foons
Try me, and you will fail in the of doom
Cause that album coming soon
Fifty thousand dollar in my living room
Try to steal it and I bet you won't lit a
Put the camera on ya like I'm Benny Boom
And I hit her quick vroom, vroom
Ya girl say she me cause I'm cool and laid back
Then she do (what?) I said cool and lay back
vision I see through they facts
All these rappers sweeter than some Kool-Aid
My Lincoln longer two Maybachs
My front yard than two race tracks
Hearing them but'chu know goin use they gats
I be hanging with none of them dudes, they wack (they wack)
She was in a whisper like Shawday
Well I call her never yes I her probably
Paparazzi you do what I say
To me a face like a camera to
If you on my team you know docked
If I'm late you goin wait I move out
chick bout to take off her tube-top
I purchase rims like Footlock or Shoe-shop
Tell her friend I rather have a enemy
Money tall and money just a mini-me
The class gotta S like
And I gotta SS like
I stay super fly a kite, so
You should know that you see me like a white crow
Walk in all the women get in mode
She bout to take off all her nice
Ha Ha