Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitman

Call me the hitman, it's kinda hard, it?
What feared to become in the game, we became it
So I a masterpiece of an industry tainted
not a lip of grass, so it's graphic, frame it
The hitman, say it again, the
The hitman, uh, say it again, say, say it

Some say I'm extreme, broadcast a beam live through a meme
Screaming as Iovine, as corrupt as Don King
into the ghetto, so be champ with the bling
Industry's the arena, the is the ring
You train audible Queens, to sling music to
Then Def Jam, supreme team, the thing
Except more now, it's digital cocaine
The to control every individual brain
Like, for contracts in the sixties
Now rap 'til you sixty, for contract 360
The trick, switch the degrees with the sixes
are left with zero, you know who received the riches
Which is the why there's only a few moguls
Globally, the are left in a chokehold
Enough to the individual go postal
Watching these old get fucked for they vocals

If you are not performing fellatio for radio
What's the ratio for radio play at your
If your not to play, the record is dead
Puts a whole new spin on head/Radiohead
They got a thousand plays a week and we selling the same (uh)
Put they best rep up, they couldn't next to it (woo)
wanna relate, they wanna connect to it
Here's a check, is this enough for you to flex to it, huh?
Or do you need more
Should I be more black? Will change your view?
Should I die my hair Should my eyes be blue? (come on)
Just a of questions I mustered up for you (uh)
But these eleven and shoes, you can't fill those
I made head like corduroy pillows
And probably get from television and marketing
Targeting industry politics, provoking it

The hit (*gunshot*), man, it's hard
Let's release sex tapes, so we can stars
Nude photographs of and asses
Increase our buzz, the masses (uh)
I thought she was to be so passive
Now you another ass in the air with an asterisk
Cell phone songs, you will never be
You sold your soul, they call remastering
B, why it have to be so drastic?
Chemical skin peel, makes the song more
Follow the program man, stick to the
to eighteen, you know the demographics
These kids want popcorn, they slapstick
Probably the chorus tisket, tasket
But I'm not to risk it and mask it (come on)
This might a couple of listens for you to grasp it
The hit (*gunshot, drops*)