Luyện nghe bài hát Scratch That

[Verse 1 -
Uh, I heard was a funeral for Auto-Tune
I'm that I'm livin, some of y'all is doomed
Talkin 'bout death, I'd be to
Death of DJs yellin over all the
Thought he was the man but boy a coon
And I'm so smart they 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 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 some trouble, you can your first wish
I'd take your house, have kitchen on bricks (woo!)
No banana in the tailpipe (nah)
Pullin my money and it's no splits
Whips what you mean, I be a slave master
Hundred for the Benz but the is way faster
(College) like I never heard Asher
I don't need your opinion if I ask ya
Make 'em they asthma
Ladies to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)
Chill out, what ya hidin from the drop
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)
dollar mack, have your mama on her back
Tap Tap for Revenge like the app (ha)
King of mixtapes, let 'em that that's fact
I'm fittin to run rap, around and get lapped (lapped)
Round of applause for ya if I get
I bet ya claps comin out the kid's strap (woo!)
Everytime they see me, they just me "hachoo"
'Cause every verse enough to give 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 that money talks, so I'm talkin (fast)
Promise my vault is Alcatraz
Ya break in, you're never gonna make it out cash
Could get 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 until the damage
Let me be (yeah), no antenna
thou' stacks, that's a big man dinner
Pull up outside on some big spinners
Hop out to show you how quick I can get scrilla