Luyện nghe bài hát Rock shit

[Verse 1:
May I have your attention
I'm like a motivation speach on vintage 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
Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood Cuba do
Words like a movie that move ya that's so
And that's because I leave the studio 'til it's suitable
To have you in your cubicle to this musical
And off chronic, yeah, you'll be astonished
When I shoot like a comet & put his lights out the Amish
So you watch your comments before you vanish, kapoof!
I'm sick as vom in the booth, I you I was the truth
A block smoker I'm blazin like I'm with severe glaucoma
Shockin' like
Niggaz know I'm just that from the dirty Murder Mitten
Where bullshit is forbidden and haters forgiven got me

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

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

[Verse 2:
I was born to verses and slice words from cursive
With so diversive when I spit so perversive
This new tyrant who's flows just like a
Will have you sweatin' bullets you bust 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 face like Dalon
Bareda's 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 done daily like Carson, it's arson
Like a four-alarm on beats we're Molotovin'
So call a medic the crew's about to set
Like Detroit in '84 the Tigers won the Pennant
we reinvented this 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
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 like 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 open
Leave your brains on the ground While you're reaching' for
Fuck the jury and the judge only is blood
My appearance is what you muthafuckers in mirrors
You're too scared to come us duck your head cause you fear us
while 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 never heard a man cry
my barrel was choking him, let him die ain't no hope for him