Luyện nghe bài hát Scratch That

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

Gotta kill it like Michael, not but Vick (why?)
Get punished for the crime, 'em still on my dick
I'm so Pharreal this thing on my hip (yep)
and a Malice, yeah I got me two Clipse (Clipse)
Lookin for some trouble, you can have your wish
I'd your house, have your kitchen on bricks (woo!)
No banana in the tailpipe (nah)
Pullin my money and never no splits
Whips what you mean, I could be a slave
for the Benz but the 'lac is way faster
(College) like I never heard Asher
I don't need your if I ain't ask ya
Make 'em they asthma
Ladies to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)
Chill out, what ya from the drop for?
Lookin for some ice baby, to Alaska
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just to kiss stacks (yep)
Tryin to date mine, I'm a tell the tax (yep)
Million dollar mack, have your on her back
Tap Tap for Revenge 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 for ya if I get jacked
I bet ya hear claps comin out the strap (woo!)
Everytime they see me, they call me "hachoo"
'Cause every verse sick enough to ya that flu (flu)
stack I'm pickin up thick as Ragu
I'm up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, that's you?"
True, I just my clout to last
And say that money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)
my vault is like Alcatraz
Ya in, you're never 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' clean it out until the damage
Let me be clear (yeah), no
Hundred stacks, that's a big man dinner
Pull up outside on some big chrome
Hop out just to you how quick I can get scrilla