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

Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but (why?)
Get punished for the crime, 'em still on my dick
I'm so with this thing on my hip (yep)
Pusha and a Malice, yeah I got me two (Clipse)
Lookin for some trouble, you can have first wish
I'd your house, have your kitchen on bricks (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 heard
I don't your opinion if I ain't ask ya
Make 'em remember asthma
want to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)
Chill out, what ya from the drop for?
Lookin for ice baby, welcome to Alaska
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just to kiss stacks (yep)
Tryin to mine, I'm a tell 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 fittin to run rap, mess around and get (lapped)
Round of applause for ya if I get
I bet ya claps comin out the kid's strap (woo!)
Everytime see me, they just call me "hachoo"
'Cause every verse enough to give ya that flu (flu)
Every stack I'm pickin up as Ragu
I'm pullin up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, you?"
True, I just my clout to last
And they say that money talks, so I'm fast (fast)
Promise my vault is like
Ya break in, you're never make it out with cash
Could get out of Pamela Anderson (what?)
And her son, I'm the man with (funds)
Give me account, let me manage one
I'm a gon' clean it out until the damage
Let me be clear (yeah), no
Hundred thou' stacks, a big man dinner
Pull up outside on some big chrome
Hop out to show you how quick I can get scrilla