Luyện nghe bài hát Ran Out of Auto-Tune

Left wing in my crib there's a model
Right wing there's a room just for Almond
I sing on track that's what they assume
but my engineer ran out of autotune
You rap but I feel you are a coon
And the other one's that ain't are a foons
Try me, and you will fail in the of doom
Cause that V-ve-Venom coming soon
Fifty thousand dollar fresh in my room
Try to steal it and I bet you lit a noon
Put the on ya chick like I'm Benny Boom
And then I hit her vroom, vroom
Ya girl say she love me I'm cool and laid back
Then she wanna do (what?) I said and lay back
Perpetrator vision I see through facts
All these rappers sweeter some Kool-Aid packs
My Lincoln than two Maybachs
My front yard longer two race tracks
them but'chu know they goin use they gats
I don't be hanging with none of them dudes, they (they wack)
She was speaking in a whisper like
Well I call her yes I told her probably
Paparazzi you better do I say
To me a face a camera to Kanye
If you late on my team you know
If I'm late you goin till I move out
Got'cha chick to take off her tube-top
I purchase rims like your or Shoe-shop
Tell her that I rather have a enemy
Money tall and your money a mini-me
The class S like Hennessy
And I SS like Tennessee
I stay fly like a kite, so
You should know that you see me like a white crow
Walk in all the women get in flight
She to take off all her nice clothes
Ha Ha