Luyện nghe bài hát Ran Out of Auto-Tune

Left in my crib there's a model room
Right wing there's a room for Almond Spoons
I sing on this track that's what they
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
thousand dollar fresh in my living room
Try to steal it and I bet you lit a noon
Put the camera on ya chick like I'm Benny
And then I hit her quick vroom,
Ya girl say she love me cause I'm and laid back
she wanna do (what?) I said cool and lay back
Perpetrator vision I see through facts
All rappers sweeter than some Kool-Aid packs
My Lincoln than two Maybachs
My front yard longer than two tracks
Hearing them but'chu know they goin use gats
I don't be hanging with of them dudes, they wack (they wack)
She was speaking in a like Shawday
Well I call her never yes I her probably
Paparazzi you do what I say
To me a face a camera to Kanye
If you late on my you know docked
If I'm you goin wait till I move out
Got'cha chick bout to off her tube-top
I purchase rims like your or Shoe-shop
Tell her friend that I rather a enemy
Money and your money just a mini-me
The class gotta S Hennessy
And I gotta SS like
I super fly like a kite, so
You should know that you can't see me a white crow
Walk in all the women get in flight
She bout to take off all her nice
Ha Ha