Luyện nghe bài hát Rock shit

[Verse 1:
May I have your attention
I'm sorta like a speach on vintage keys
You'll see I the same nigga I used to be, but you'll get used to me
changed, got some shit on my brain I want the youth to see
Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like do
Words like a movie that ya that's so beautiful
And because I can't leave the studio 'til it's suitable
To have you in your cubicle groovin to musical
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 before 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 with severe glaucoma
like Oklahoma
Niggaz know I'm just nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten
Where bullshit is forbidden and haters 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 your shit
Just can't stop it, your speakers poppin'
Turn it up (Come on)

2: Hush]
I was born to chop verses and 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 it once I put my stamp on it
Detroit's the of this blaze like Jam on it
We're focused in your like Sean Dalon
With Bareda's in your grill and Low down Mr. Wrong
See it's magic cause the heat is so poetic
And we ain't dramatic we just spit you're so
And done daily like Carson, it's arson
Like a four-alarm fire on beats we're
So call a medic cause the about to set
Like Detroit in '84 when the Tigers won the
Cause we reinvented game and to us it's hats off
So pass the mic the serial numbers scratched 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 crush 'em like dominos wit hollows and him holla
And spit on you coppers there's no alliance who stop us
A dog without a collar and my open
Leave your brains on the ground While reaching' for holsters
Fuck the jury and the judge only is blood
My appearance is what you mimic in mirrors
You're too scared to come near us duck your cause you fear us
Infra-red while you stare your incoherent
From all the that they're hearin' my attitude is explosive
Handle feuds explosions I get moved when overdosed with
Congac and never heard a man cry
Cause my was choking him, let him die ain't no hope for him