Luyện nghe bài hát Rock shit

[Verse 1:
May I your attention please
I'm sorta like a motivation speach on vintage
see I ain't the same 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 a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do
Words like a movie that move ya so beautiful
And that's because I can't leave the studio 'til 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 better watch your comments 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 glaucoma
Shockin' Oklahoma
Niggaz know I'm just that nigga from the dirty Mitten
Where bullshit is forbidden and haters never got me

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

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

[Verse 2:
I was born to chop and slice words from cursive
With slurs so diversive when I so perversive
This new tyrant who's flows just a hydrant
Will you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust when your perspiring
no denyin' it once I put my stamp on it
Detroit's the Newcleus of blaze like Jam on it
focused in your face like Sean Dalon
With Bareda's in your grill and Low like Mr. Wrong
See it's just magic cause the is so poetic
And we ain't we just spit you're so pathetic
And it's done daily like Carson, arson
Like a four-alarm fire on we're Molotovin'
So call a cause the crew's about to set
Like Detroit in '84 the Tigers won the Pennant
Cause we reinvented this and to us it's hats off
So pass the mic with the serial scratched off

[Verse 3:
You don't know me I'm sick as Ebola and walk wit
Cobras under your pillow while you sleep
I'm glaucoma, I'm impossible to see
Now I'm locked on you and it's impossible to
I 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him holla
And spit on you coppers no alliance who could stop us
A dog without a and my chamber's open
Leave your brains on the ground While reaching' for holsters
Fuck the jury and the judge verdict is blood
My appearance is what you mimic in mirrors
You're too to come near us duck your head 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 explosions I get moved when overdosed with
Congac and never heard a man cry
Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die no hope for him