Luyện nghe bài hát Scratch That

[Verse 1 -
Uh, I there was a funeral for Auto-Tune
I'm that I'm livin, some of y'all is doomed
Talkin death, I'd be honored to
Death of DJs over all the tunes
Thought he was the man but that boy a
And I'm so street they call me "Harvard Goon"
Mixtape Messiah 8 is what y'all
But scratch that, better cover, dodge the boom! (yeah)

Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but (why?)
Get punished for the crime, have 'em on my dick
I'm so with this thing on my hip (yep)
and a Malice, yeah I got me two Clipse (Clipse)
Lookin for some trouble, you can your first wish
I'd take your house, have your kitchen on (woo!)
No banana in the Miss (nah)
Pullin my money and never no splits
Whips what you mean, I be a slave master
Hundred for the but the 'lac is way faster
(College) dropout I never heard Asher
I don't your opinion if I ain't ask ya
Make 'em remember they
Ladies want to practice, I make 'em play (tackle)
out, what ya hidin from the drop for?
Lookin for ice baby, welcome to Alaska
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just tryin to kiss (yep)
Tryin to date mine, I'm a tell the tax (yep)
Million mack, have your mama on her back
Tap Tap for like the iPhone app (ha)
King of mixtapes, let 'em know that fact
I'm fittin to run rap, mess around and get (lapped)
Round of applause for ya if I get
I bet ya hear comin out the kid's strap (woo!)
Everytime see me, they just call me "hachoo"
'Cause every verse sick enough to ya that flu (flu)
Every I'm pickin up thick as Ragu
I'm pullin up in my dropper, like "Koopa, that's you?"
True, I just want my to last
And say that money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)
Promise my vault is like
Ya break in, you're gonna make it out with cash
Could get out of Pamela Anderson (what?)
And her son, I'm the man funds (funds)
me your account, let me manage one
I'm a gon' it out until the damage done
Let me be clear (yeah), no
Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man
Pull up on some big chrome spinners
Hop out just to show you how quick I can get