Luyện nghe bài hát Rock shit

[Verse 1:
May I have your attention
I'm sorta like a motivation speach on vintage
see I ain't 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
like a movie that move ya that's so beautiful
And that's because I can't the studio 'til it's suitable
To have you in your cubicle groovin to this
And off chronic, yeah, you'll be astonished
When I like a comet & put his lights out like the Amish
So you better watch your comments you vanish, kapoof!
I'm as vom in the booth, I told you I was the truth
A block smoker I'm blazin like I'm diagnosed with severe
like Oklahoma
Niggaz know I'm just that nigga the dirty Murder Mitten
Where bullshit is and haters never forgiven got me

This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block
This that hot shit, got ya toxics
it up (Turn it up) {*4X*}

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

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

[Verse 3:
You know me I'm sick as Ebola and walk wit OG's
Cobras under your pillow while you sleep
I'm glaucoma, I'm impossible to see
Now I'm locked on you and impossible to leave
I crush 'em dominos wit hollows and watch him holla
And spit on you coppers no alliance who could stop us
A dog without a and my chamber's open
Leave your on the ground While you're reaching' for holsters
Fuck the jury and the judge verdict is blood
My appearance is what you muthafuckers in mirrors
You're too scared to come near us duck your cause you fear us
Infra-red while you stare your passenger's
From all the that they're hearin' my attitude is explosive
Handle feuds with explosions I get moved overdosed with
Congac and never heard a man cry
Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die no hope for him