Luyện nghe bài hát Scratch That

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

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