Luyện nghe bài hát Spit

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When I spit the room temperature
I am many consider to spit of a flame
I spit the room temperature change
What niggas did to the game, the shit is a shame

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On your mark, get set, go, the rest flow was just
So I'm the best? I guess so
I like my ribs and my stomach touching
I gang on these clowns like a hundred something
But the prophecy, but peak, the mold of my philosophy, D
Contemplate playing for keep
Elevating, reconstruct, got rhymes erupt
From my brain, and then they drain into a cup
From which I drink, then I think deeper, in sink
From the dark of my skull, and then at your ink
That's a old metaphorical phrase
I should shower and shave, but time to get paid
Get out of the way, I'm like a bat out of
How I'm wetting the
You would swear a nigga got out of jail
I'm a MC, stick up kid
Ask Pusha of all the I did
I ain't playing with

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We can discuss, discuss, plus lush, and it does to us
I bust because I must, I bust because I love the rush
checks, that I collect, bust TECs at suspects
Marks men and linen, we come off as rough necks
Sixty six and six, six, six,
The flow is fluently flowing liquid
Even be saying my shit wicked
Y'all believe me, I shouldn't have to kick shit
But look, you still lying in raps
Always act like dying for some action
But we really you not though, you not no
Vato, loco, you a bro, for sure
I'ma get rich or die trying 50
Even if I got to do something quite risky
Pass me the Hen' bitch, I don't whiskey
My guns snap, crackle, and pop, Rice Krispies

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I flex for your set
Rhyming in different dialects, fire
Aim where knee and your thigh connects
I, contracting like isometric hexicides, let's
Last to try melecularide
Beside, I can see in eyes you petrified
I'ma let you slide, without a hex apply
Next to Sai, niggas for sure, like a midget on a court
Come that wack rap the store bought

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