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 nigga I used to be, but you'll get to me
I've changed, got some on my brain I want the youth to see
like a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do
Words like a movie that move ya that's so
And that's because I can't leave the 'til it's suitable
To have you in your cubicle groovin to musical
And off this chronic, yeah, be astonished
When I shoot a comet & put his lights out like the Amish
So you better your comments 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 diagnosed with severe
Shockin' like
Niggaz know I'm just nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten
bullshit is forbidden and haters never forgiven got me

This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block
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, 'til speakers poppin'
it up (Come on) {*4X*}

[Verse 2:
I was to chop verses and slice words from cursive
With slurs so diversive I spit so perversive
This new tyrant who's flows just like a
Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust when your
no denyin' it once I put my stamp on it
Detroit's the of this blaze like Jam on it
We're focused in your face like Sean
With Bareda's in your grill and Low like 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 like Carson, it's arson
Like a four-alarm fire on beats Molotovin'
So call a cause the crew's about to set
Like Detroit in '84 the Tigers won the Pennant
Cause we reinvented this game and to us it's off
So pass the mic with the numbers scratched off

[Verse 3:
You don't know me I'm as Ebola and walk wit OG's
Cobras under your pillow while you sleep
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 coppers no alliance who could stop us
A dog a collar and my chamber's open
Leave your brains on the ground you're reaching' for holsters
Fuck the jury and the judge verdict is blood
My appearance is what you muthafuckers mimic in
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 guns they're hearin' my attitude is explosive
Handle feuds with explosions I get moved when overdosed
Congac and Molsons heard a man cry
Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die no hope for him