Luyện nghe bài hát Rock shit

[Verse 1:
May I have your attention
I'm sorta a motivation speach on vintage keys
You'll see I the same nigga I used to be, but you'll get used to me
I've changed, got some shit on my I want the youth to see
Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the like Cuba do
Words like a that move ya that's so beautiful
And that's because I 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 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 with glaucoma
like Oklahoma
Niggaz know I'm just that nigga from the dirty Mitten
Where bullshit is and haters never forgiven got me

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

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

[Verse 2:
I was to chop verses and slice words from cursive
With slurs so diversive I spit so perversive
This new tyrant flows just like a hydrant
Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust your perspiring
There's no denyin' it I put my stamp on it
Detroit's the Newcleus of blaze like Jam on it
We're focused in your face like Dalon
With Bareda's in your grill and Low down 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 fire on beats Molotovin'
So call a medic the crew's about to set
Like Detroit in '84 when the Tigers won the
Cause we reinvented this and to us it's hats off
So pass the mic with the serial scratched off

[Verse 3:
You know me I'm sick as Ebola and walk wit OG's
Black under your pillow while you sleep
I'm like glaucoma, I'm to see
Now I'm locked on you and it's to leave
I crush 'em dominos wit hollows and watch him holla
And spit on you coppers there's no alliance who could us
A dog a collar and my chamber's open
Leave your brains on the ground While you're for holsters
Fuck the jury and the judge only verdict is
My appearance is what you muthafuckers mimic in
You're too scared to come near us duck your cause you fear us
Infra-red you stare your passenger's incoherent
From all the guns that they're hearin' my is explosive
Handle feuds with explosions I get moved overdosed with
Congac and Molsons heard a man cry
Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die ain't no for him