Luyện nghe bài hát Spit

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

1]
On your mark, get set, go, the rest was just SOSO
So when I'm the best? I 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
crime playing for keep
Elevating, reconstruct, got that erupt
my brain, and then they drain right into a cup
From I drink, then I think deeper, in them sink
the dark hall of my skull, and then at your ink
That's a old metaphorical phrase
I should shower and shave, but it's to get paid
Get out of the way, I'm like a bat out of
How I'm the hoes
You would swear a just got out of jail
I'm a MC, stick up kid
Ask of all the shit I did
I ain't with them

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2]
We can discuss, discuss, plus lush, and what it to us
I don't because I must, I bust because I love the rush
Plus checks, that I collect, TECs at suspects
Marks men and linen, we don't off as rough necks
six and six, six, six, shit
The flow is fluently like liquid
Even be saying my shit wicked
should believe me, I shouldn't have to kick shit
But look, you still in your raps
Always act like you're 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 that's quite risky
Pass me the Hen' bitch, I don't whiskey
My guns snap, crackle, and pop, like Rice

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3]
I flex for your set
Rhyming in dialects, fire TECs
Aim where your knee and your connects
I, contracting like hexicides, let's collide
Last nigga to try
Beside, I can see in eyes you petrified
I'ma let you slide, without a lyrical hex
Next to Sai, niggas for sure, like a midget on a ball
Come with that rap the store bought

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