Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitman

Call me the hitman, it's kinda hard, it?
What most feared to in the game, we became it
So I painted a 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
Boxed into the ghetto, so be champ with the
Industry's the arena, the internet is the
You train audible Queens, to sling to fiends?
Then Def Jam, supreme team, the same
Except more critical now, digital cocaine
The goal to control individual brain
Like, Cadillacs for contracts in the
Now rap 'til you sixty, for contract 360
The trick, switch the degrees with the three
are left with zero, you know who received the riches
Which is the reason why there's a few moguls
Globally, the pioneers are in a chokehold
Enough to make the go postal
Watching these old get fucked for they vocals

If you are not performing for radio rotation
What's the ratio for radio at your station?
If your not paying to play, the record is
Puts a whole new on radio head/Radiohead
They got a plays a week and we selling the same units (uh)
Put best rep up, they couldn't stand next to it (woo)
People wanna relate, they wanna 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)
a couple of questions I mustered up for you (uh)
But these and half shoes, you can't fill those
I made head like corduroy pillows
And probably get banned from television and
Targeting industry politics, provoking it

The hit (*gunshot*), man, it's kinda
release sex tapes, so we can become stars
Nude photographs of and asses
Increase our buzz, the masses (uh)
I thought she was supposed to be so
Now you just ass in the air with an asterisk
phone songs, you will never be classic
You sold your soul, they that remastering
B, why it have to be so drastic?
Chemical 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 chorus goes tisket,
But I'm not willing to risk it and it (come on)
This might take a of listens for you to grasp it
The hit (*gunshot, drops*)