Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitman

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

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

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

The hit (*gunshot*), man, kinda hard
Let's release sex tapes, so we can stars
Nude photographs of titties and
Increase our buzz, impress the (uh)
I she was supposed to be so passive
Now you just ass in the air with an asterisk
Cell phone songs, you never be classic
You sold your soul, they that remastering
B, why it have to be so drastic?
skin peel, makes the song more plastic
Follow the man, stick to the clap-tics
to eighteen, you know the demographics
These want popcorn, they want slapstick
Probably the goes tisket, tasket
But I'm not willing to it and mask it (come on)
This might take a couple of listens for you to it
The hit (*gunshot, drops*)