Luyện nghe bài hát Rock shit

[Verse 1:
May I have your please
I'm sorta like a motivation speach on keys
You'll see I ain't the nigga I used to be, but you'll get used to me
I've changed, got some on my brain I want the youth to see
Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like do
like a movie that move ya that's so beautiful
And that's because I can't leave the studio 'til it's
To have you in your cubicle to this musical
And off this chronic, yeah, be astonished
When I shoot like a comet & put his out like the Amish
So you better watch your before you vanish, kapoof!
I'm sick as vom in the booth, I told you I was the
A block smoker I'm blazin like I'm with severe glaucoma
like Oklahoma
Niggaz I'm just that nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten
Where bullshit is forbidden and haters forgiven got me

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

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

2: Hush]
I was born to chop and slice words from cursive
With slurs so diversive when I so perversive
new tyrant who's flows just like a hydrant
Will you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust when your perspiring
There's no denyin' it once I put my on it
the Newcleus 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 just cause the heat is so poetic
And we ain't we just spit you're so pathetic
And it's done daily like Carson, arson
a four-alarm fire on beats we're Molotovin'
So call a medic cause the crew's to set
Like Detroit in '84 when the won the Pennant
Cause we reinvented this 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 walk wit
Black Cobras under your while you sleep
I'm glaucoma, I'm impossible to see
Now I'm locked on you and it's to leave
I 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him holla
And on you coppers there's no alliance who could stop us
A dog without a collar and my chamber's
Leave your on the ground While you're reaching' for holsters
the jury and the judge only verdict is blood
My is what you muthafuckers mimic in mirrors
too scared to come near us duck your head cause you fear us
Infra-red you stare your passenger's incoherent
From all the guns they're hearin' my attitude is explosive
Handle feuds with explosions I get moved when overdosed
Congac and Molsons never a man cry
my barrel was choking him, let him die ain't no hope for him