Luyện nghe bài hát Refrigerator P!

1]
It go, rap and Mic Tyson fans, no
Tight fashion, jack sedans
Dancing
Adamantium regime
The shit you holding is dead colon the cream
The slugs everything around me, S.M.E.A.M
Huh? What the fuck that
Kick over the kids nigga Ruck that mean
Mean Gene Okerlund the word of Kareem
So with the word rhyme gestures
Sold crack to bitches in their trimester
You how it go
You my flow dope ala Héctor Lavoe
Never catch P on the girl
I smack shit out "We Are the World" song
Get a hater
My intense Refrigerator Perry

2]
Yo
Shot somebody fam, the nine
Lock my body, trap my mind
Raps divine father, father I
with the congregation that's relating with mine
You new to the one, two
Can't escape fate
who can I run to?
True, of nerds don't hurt me
Half man machine, the team's Murphy
On and on 'til the of dawn
Shaun mad she like, "Dad fuck making songs"
the gun out
Gun pop and one say, "nigga done gummed out"
Get a scary
My intense, Refrigerator Perry

Lock my body, trap my mind
Lock my body, can't trap my
My intense, Refrigerator Perry
P!
I'm a hardcore artist
I am, I am
And that's what you get when you listen to Price
That, you know I mean?
I'm not trying to the wheel
is what I do
You hear that kinda shit?
You best to with me, 'cause I'm the best there is at what I do