Luyện nghe bài hát Rock shit

[Verse 1:
May I have attention please
I'm sorta like a motivation speach on keys
You'll see I ain't the same 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 like Cuba do
Words like a movie that move ya 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 shoot like a & put his lights out like the Amish
So you better your comments 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 diagnosed severe glaucoma
Shockin' Oklahoma
know I'm just that nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten
Where is forbidden 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)

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

[Verse 2:
I was born to chop verses and slice words from
With so diversive when I spit so perversive
This new tyrant who's just like a hydrant
Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you when your perspiring
no denyin' it once I put my stamp on it
Detroit's the of this blaze like Jam on it
focused in your face like Sean Dalon
With in your grill and Low down like Mr. Wrong
See it's magic cause the heat is so poetic
And we dramatic we just spit you're so pathetic
And it's done like Carson, it's arson
Like a fire on beats we're Molotovin'
So call a medic cause the crew's to set
Like in '84 when the Tigers won the Pennant
we reinvented this game and to us it's hats off
So pass the mic with the serial scratched off

[Verse 3:
You don't me I'm sick as Ebola and walk wit OG's
Black Cobras under your pillow while you
I'm like glaucoma, I'm to see
Now I'm on you and it's impossible to leave
I crush 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him
And spit on you coppers there's no 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 only verdict is
My appearance is you muthafuckers mimic in mirrors
You're too scared to come near us duck your head cause you us
Infra-red while you stare your incoherent
From all the guns that they're hearin' my attitude is
Handle feuds with explosions I get moved when with
Congac and never heard a man cry
my barrel was choking him, let him die ain't no hope for him