Luyện nghe bài hát Scratch That

[Verse 1 -
Uh, I there was a funeral for Auto-Tune
I'm glad that I'm livin, some of 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, take cover, dodge the boom! (yeah)

Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but (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 in the tailpipe Miss (nah)
my money and it's never no splits
Whips what you mean, I could be a master
Hundred for the Benz but the 'lac is way
(College) dropout like I never Asher
I don't need your opinion if I ask ya
Make 'em remember asthma
Ladies want to practice, I make 'em tackle (tackle)
Chill out, what ya hidin from the drop
Lookin for some ice baby, welcome to
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just to kiss stacks (yep)
Tryin to date mine, I'm a the chick tax (yep)
Million dollar mack, your mama on her back
Tap Tap for Revenge like the app (ha)
of mixtapes, let 'em know that that's fact
I'm to run rap, mess around and get lapped (lapped)
Round of for ya if I get jacked
I bet ya hear claps 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 up thick as Ragu
I'm pullin up in my dropper, 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 is like Alcatraz
Ya break in, you're gonna 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 until the done
Let me be clear (yeah), no
Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man
up outside on some big chrome spinners
Hop out to show you how quick I can get scrilla