Luyện nghe bài hát Spitting Fuego

Say hi to a boss, listen to me spit it Ima kill its a given just dont pause, spit them bars,
Dont go soft when gets hard.
Ima just grind till the day I die turn water into wine so its free I dine out, so new to the game but I tried out, now I hit grandslams while they fly out.
Everybody checkin for the beats that I be wreckin wait a second lemme you all the beats that I rhyme on, volume up all the way on the iPod, frat star boy witta flow like my god.
Im ripped, but the bong stay lit, blood dont crip Im white as shit.
Suck it up and just take a hit, do it fast or Im it.
The Ladies think, that Im out world, some uh dem call me an Avatar,
double as a racin whip, you dont even have a car.
Pop champagne till the death uh me, the cork in garbage, rest in peace.
Neva next to leave, always last, ya girl texts me she wants some ass.
Uh huh, take ya hoe, its better if you listened to the radio, dont me play me yo, Im still waitin fo, a dotted line for my name to go and get,
Signed, got me thinkin Im gon be next in line, like L O L JK Im lyin but Im tryin too.
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Word from my lady she dont like it on top, so I roll down the roof uh the when its hot.
I drop that shit, take a rasta rip, getta around the whip like a martian bitch.
Take off the line like a coke head, pull my hat down low on the forhead,
You get no head, decapitated , when girls gimmie brains, they famous.
I get faded, you just a loser, baller, Carlos Boozer.
Facebook users my page, this beats sick, might have AIDS.
I get paid, for on the stage, all my friends gettin minimum wage.
I write and rhymes and blaze, blunts overs jays, rooms filled with haze, got for days.
Son, Gs tryna take me one on one, cuz I bang their bitch like they bang their guns.
Just for fun, startin beef, put it on a bun sit to eat.
No parakeet, is flyer than me, Im who my inspires to be.
Ill give you if youre higher than me, cuz anyone who says that is a liar to me.
Turnin heads, earnin bread, at school so I rhyme instead.
Everybody tell me that Im iller than the rest cuz I spit quick no saliva left.
I needa breathe, a ball for stress, a moment away my computer desk.
My only friends are these red cans, and uh couple thousand FB fans.