Luyện nghe bài hát Rock shit

[Verse 1:
May I have your attention
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 shit on my brain I want the youth to see
Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like do
Words like a that move ya that's so beautiful
And that's I can't leave the studio 'til it's suitable
To you in your cubicle groovin to this musical
And off this chronic, yeah, be astonished
When I shoot like a comet & put his lights out like the
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 diagnosed with severe
like Oklahoma
Niggaz know I'm just that nigga from the dirty Murder
Where bullshit is and haters never forgiven got me

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

This that Rock-Shit, pump on your shit
Just can't stop it, 'til speakers poppin'
it up (Come on) {*4X*}

[Verse 2:
I was born to chop verses and slice words cursive
With slurs so diversive when I so perversive
This new tyrant flows just like a hydrant
Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you when your perspiring
There's no denyin' it once I put my on it
Detroit's the Newcleus of this like Jam on it
We're focused in your like Sean Dalon
With Bareda's in your grill and Low down like Mr.
See it's just cause the heat is so poetic
And we ain't dramatic we spit you're so pathetic
And it's done like Carson, it's arson
Like a four-alarm fire on beats we're
So a medic cause the crew's about to set
Like Detroit in '84 the Tigers won the Pennant
Cause we this game and to us it's hats off
So pass the mic with the numbers scratched off

[Verse 3:
You don't know me I'm sick as Ebola and wit OG's
Black Cobras under pillow while you sleep
I'm glaucoma, I'm impossible to see
Now I'm locked on you and it's impossible to
I crush 'em like dominos wit hollows and him holla
And spit on you coppers no alliance who could stop us
A dog without a collar and my chamber's
your brains on the ground While you're reaching' for holsters
Fuck the jury and the judge only is blood
My appearance is what you muthafuckers mimic in
You're too scared to come us duck your head cause you fear us
Infra-red while you your passenger's incoherent
From all the guns that they're hearin' my is explosive
Handle feuds explosions I get moved when overdosed with
and Molsons never heard a man cry
Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die no hope for him