Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitman

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

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

If you are not performing fellatio for radio
What's the for radio play at your station?
If your not paying to play, the is dead
Puts a whole new on radio head/Radiohead
got a thousand plays a week and we selling the same units (uh)
Put they rep up, they couldn't stand next to it (woo)
People wanna relate, they connect to it
Here's a lyrical check, is this enough for you to to it, huh?
Or do you need clues?
Should I be more Will that 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 half shoes, you can't those
I made head like corduroy pillows
And get banned from television and marketing
music industry politics, provoking it

The hit (*gunshot*), man, it's hard
Let's release sex tapes, so we can become
photographs of titties and asses
Increase our buzz, the masses (uh)
I thought she was to be so passive
Now you just another ass in the air with an
Cell phone songs, you never be classic
You sold your soul, they call that
B, why does it to be so drastic?
skin peel, makes the song more plastic
Follow the program man, to the clap-tics
to eighteen, you know the demographics
These kids 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*)