Luyện nghe bài hát Ran Out of Auto-Tune

Left wing in my crib a model room
Right wing there's a just for Almond Spoons
I sing on this track what they assume
but my engineer ran out of autotune
You rap but I feel you are a coon
And the other that ain't coon are a foons
Try me, and you will fail in the arms of
that V-ve-Venom album coming soon
Fifty thousand dollar fresh in my room
Try to it and I bet you won't lit a noon
Put the camera on ya chick like I'm Benny
And I hit her quick vroom, vroom
Ya girl say she love me I'm cool and laid back
Then she wanna do (what?) I cool and lay back
Perpetrator vision I see through they
All these rappers sweeter than some Kool-Aid
My Lincoln than two Maybachs
My front yard longer two race tracks
Hearing them but'chu know goin use they gats
I don't be hanging with none of them dudes, they (they wack)
She was speaking in a like Shawday
Well I call her never yes I told her
you better do what I say
To me a face like a camera to
If you late on my team you docked
If I'm late you goin wait I move out
Got'cha chick bout to take off her
I purchase rims like Footlock or Shoe-shop
Tell her friend that I have a enemy
Money tall and your just a mini-me
The class gotta S Hennessy
And I SS like Tennessee
I super fly like a kite, so
You should that you can't see me like a white crow
Walk in all the women get in flight
She bout to off all her nice clothes
Ha Ha