Luyện nghe bài hát Scratch That

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

Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but (why?)
Get punished for the crime, have 'em on my dick
I'm so Pharreal with this 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 your house, have your kitchen on bricks (woo!)
No banana in the Miss (nah)
Pullin my money and it's no splits
Whips what you mean, I could be a slave
Hundred for the Benz but the is way faster
(College) dropout I never heard Asher
I don't need opinion if I ain't ask ya
Make 'em remember they
Ladies want to practice, I '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 tryin to kiss stacks (yep)
to date mine, I'm a tell the chick 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 to run rap, mess around and get lapped (lapped)
of applause for ya if I get jacked
I bet ya hear claps comin out the strap (woo!)
Everytime they see me, they call 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, they "Koopa, that's you?"
True, I just my clout to last
And they say that money talks, so I'm talkin (fast)
Promise my vault is like
Ya break in, never gonna make it out with cash
get money out of Pamela Anderson (what?)
And her son, I'm the man funds (funds)
me your account, let me manage one
I'm a gon' clean it out until the damage
Let me be (yeah), no antenna
Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man
Pull up outside on some big spinners
Hop out just to show you how I can get scrilla