Luyện nghe bài hát Refrigerator P!

1]
It go, nice rap and Mic fans, no
Tight fashion, might jack
machine
Adamantium rapping
The shit you holding is dead cancer 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 spoken the word of Kareem
So sacrilegious with the rhyme gestures
crack to bitches in their third trimester
You how it go
You know my flow dope ala Lavoe
Never P on the girl song
I smack out your "We Are the World" song
Get a hater
My defense intense Perry

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Yo
Shot fam, clapped the nine
my body, can't trap my mind
Raps divine father, father I
Conversate with the congregation 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 half machine, the Murphy
On and on 'til the of dawn
Making mad she like, "Dad fuck making songs"
the gun out
Gun pop and one say, "nigga done gummed out"
Get a hater
My intense, Refrigerator Perry

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