Luyện nghe bài hát Rock shit

[Verse 1:
May I have your attention
I'm sorta like a motivation on vintage keys
You'll see I the same nigga I used to be, but you'll get used to me
I've changed, got some shit on my I want the youth to see
Twisted a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do
Words like a movie that move ya so beautiful
And that's I can't leave the studio 'til it's suitable
To have you in your cubicle groovin to musical
And off this chronic, yeah, you'll be
When I shoot a comet & put his lights out like the Amish
So you watch 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 like I'm diagnosed with severe glaucoma
like Oklahoma
Niggaz know I'm just that from the dirty Murder Mitten
Where bullshit is and haters never forgiven got me

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

This that Rock-Shit, on your block shit
Just can't stop it, 'til speakers poppin'
Turn it up (Come on)

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

[Verse 3:
You don't know me I'm sick as Ebola and walk wit
Black Cobras under your pillow while you
I'm like glaucoma, I'm to see
Now I'm locked on you and it's impossible to
I crush 'em like wit hollows and watch him holla
And spit on you there's no alliance who could stop us
A dog without a and my chamber's open
Leave your brains on the While you're reaching' for holsters
Fuck the jury and the judge only verdict is
My appearance is you muthafuckers mimic in mirrors
You're too to come near us duck your head cause you fear us
Infra-red while you stare your passenger's
all the guns that they're hearin' my attitude is explosive
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