Luyện nghe bài hát Rock shit

[Verse 1:
May I have your attention
I'm like a motivation speach on vintage keys
You'll see I ain't the same nigga I to be, but you'll get used to me
I've changed, got some shit on my brain I want the to see
Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the like Cuba do
like a movie that move ya that's so beautiful
And that's because I can't leave the 'til it's suitable
To have you in your cubicle groovin to this
And off this chronic, yeah, be astonished
When I shoot like a comet & put his out like the Amish
So you better your comments before you vanish, kapoof!
I'm sick as vom in the booth, I you I was the truth
A block smoker I'm blazin I'm diagnosed with severe glaucoma
like Oklahoma
Niggaz know I'm that nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten
bullshit is forbidden and haters never forgiven got me

This that Rock-Shit, pump on your shit
This hot shit, got ya doin toxics
Turn it up (Turn it up)

This Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit
Just can't it, 'til your speakers poppin'
it up (Come on) {*4X*}

[Verse 2:
I was to chop verses and slice words from cursive
With so diversive when I spit so perversive
This new who's flows just like a hydrant
Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you when your perspiring
There's no denyin' it I put my stamp on it
Detroit's the of this blaze like Jam on it
focused in your face like Sean Dalon
With Bareda's in your grill and Low like Mr. Wrong
See it's just cause the heat is so poetic
And we ain't dramatic we spit you're so pathetic
And it's done daily Carson, it's arson
Like a four-alarm fire on we're Molotovin'
So call a cause the crew's about to set
Like Detroit in '84 when the won the Pennant
Cause we reinvented this game and to us hats off
So pass the mic with the serial numbers off

[Verse 3:
You don't know me I'm sick as Ebola and wit OG's
Black Cobras under your pillow while you
I'm like glaucoma, I'm to see
Now I'm locked on you and impossible to leave
I 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him holla
And spit on you coppers there's no who could stop us
A dog without a collar and my chamber's
Leave your brains on the While you're reaching' for holsters
the jury and the judge only verdict is blood
My appearance is what you mimic in mirrors
You're too to come near us duck your head cause you fear us
while you stare your passenger's incoherent
From all the guns that they're hearin' my attitude is
Handle feuds with I get moved when overdosed with
Congac and Molsons never a man cry
Cause my barrel was him, let him die ain't no hope for him