Luyện nghe bài hát Scratch That

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

Gotta kill it Michael, not Jackson but Vick (why?)
Get for the crime, have '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 some trouble, you can have your first
I'd take your house, have your on bricks (woo!)
No banana in the Miss (nah)
Pullin my and it's never no splits
what you mean, I could be a slave master
Hundred for the Benz but the is way faster
(College) dropout like I never 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)
Chill out, what ya from the drop for?
Lookin for some ice baby, welcome to
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just tryin to stacks (yep)
Tryin to date mine, I'm a the chick tax (yep)
Million dollar mack, have your mama on her
Tap Tap for Revenge the iPhone app (ha)
of mixtapes, let 'em know that that's fact
I'm fittin to run rap, around and get lapped (lapped)
of applause for ya if I get jacked
I bet ya hear claps comin out the strap (woo!)
Everytime see me, they just call me "hachoo"
'Cause verse sick enough to give ya that flu (flu)
stack I'm pickin up thick as Ragu
I'm pullin up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, you?"
True, I just want my to last
And say that money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)
Promise my vault is Alcatraz
Ya in, you're never gonna make it out with cash
get money out of Pamela Anderson (what?)
And her son, I'm the man funds (funds)
Give me account, let me manage one
I'm a clean it out until the damage done
Let me be clear (yeah), no
thou' stacks, that's a big man dinner
Pull up outside on some big spinners
Hop out just to you how quick I can get scrilla