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 y'all is
Talkin death, I'd be honored to
Death of DJs over all the tunes
Thought he was the man but boy a coon
And I'm so street smart call me "Harvard Goon"
Messiah 8 is what y'all assume
But that, better take cover, dodge the boom! (yeah)

Gotta it like Michael, not Jackson but Vick (why?)
Get punished for the crime, 'em still on my dick
I'm so Pharreal this thing on my hip (yep)
Pusha and a Malice, I got me two Clipse (Clipse)
Lookin for trouble, you can have 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 could be a master
Hundred for the Benz but the is way faster
(College) dropout like I never Asher
I don't need your opinion if I ask ya
Make 'em remember they
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 tryin to kiss (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 that that's fact
I'm fittin to run rap, mess and get lapped (lapped)
Round of applause for ya if I get
I bet ya hear claps comin out the strap (woo!)
Everytime see me, they just call me "hachoo"
'Cause every verse sick enough to ya that flu (flu)
Every stack I'm pickin up as Ragu
I'm up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, that's you?"
True, I just want my clout to
And they say that money talks, so I'm talkin (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 with (funds)
me your account, let me manage one
I'm a clean it out until the damage done
Let me be (yeah), no antenna
Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man
Pull up on some big chrome spinners
Hop out to show you how quick I can get scrilla