Luyện nghe bài hát Speculationz

You're where you want to be and you're doing what you want to do in your mind. [sample] (repeats multiple throughout song)
Pop that out, bitch.
Speculation has it that I'm the one,
I like to rip out my tongue and spit the black
and I'm supppsed to be some crack addict without a rubber?
and I already got a babby by your
they say I'm signed by a of sorts
and my mama, she was a that was drowned by the courts
say my brother Jamie is dead and in the grave
and that I'm all and afriad
and everthing I has been so underestimated
I've been hated by generations for having conversations with who didn't make it
how could I it?
I'm a monster, remember me the weirdo with the axe another galaxy?
I keep a blender in my kitchen filled to the rim the blood and spit suspisions of me drinkin' it up,
slow the fuck scatterzones get out my
I'm blastin' from all you hatters, hit me on my two way

Besides some fallin' down, I'm ok. (x4)

Speculation has it that I'm a and a drug addict
a shit talker tryin' to start static
a boarderline faggot long fingernails
either that or he's a coke head, but I don't think he
Speculation has it that I've already engaged in sexual fatasies with me and Stefani
I'm tappin' in the nettin' down down lows
Speculation is called is the one who boned
I can't escape it, it or fake it out
look you in the as if I don't know what you talkin' 'bout
The speculation you that I don't spit on nobodys shit but no dough hattin'
and many mouths to and many personalities in me lookin' to get P-A-I-D
Is it lie or is it You can put that on our skills,
they snug like my Batman suit.

Besides bullshit fallin' down, I'm ok. (x4)

We the plastic if I have to blast to pack it
Get 'em up, hit 'em up
Speculation's hateration, me an' Twiztid give a fiznuck
''cause we gonna' stake an' take it up a an' smash it indipendantly
with a ass fan base that'll do a motherfucker in for me

But see they just know. I be rappin' too fast, they just be listenin' too slow.
I'll be spittin' sluggish, E-40, who be spittin' thugish
E-40 be representin' the up in a cop and got through poppin'
There ain't no stoppin' a pimp, with a limp, elbows on bid, puffin' on hits, sittin' on sits, sippin' on sips, dippin' the skate and bouncin the shit.
me an' Twiztid be twisted, me an' Twiztid be down, me an' Twiztid be blissed, me an' be stoned.
Gone out our head, dead, dead wrong, turtle, beattin' on our chest like King Kong.
Conversatin', an' pokin', I thought I was slangin' but dang!
Tryin', persuadein' this into givin' me brains.

Besides some bullshit down, I'm ok. (x4)
Who cares the thinlk about you.
some bullshit fallin' down, I'm ok. (x4)