Luyện nghe bài hát Tired

Make you go, soul for soul mic control
Kid you can't touch me with a ten pole
And I even made the devil me his jewels
He was out to cold mock me and you for fools

Kid, you know the rules must be super cools
Try to dis' me on the low got to be a
That's alright you know you won't see me shakin'
I'm out to blow the spot on who's real and fakin'

Who's givin'? Who's Who's livin'? Who's starvin'?
Diss me on the mic it's for headstone carvin'
And every tap will strike ya like lightin'
Dissolve ya like so turn it up louder

Go on pump the get the cheese by cottage
I like mean streaks, I Spanish freaks
I Korean barbecue, I'm like old school beats

I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'
And I'm tired of all the lip poppin'
And all the wack attitudes coppin'
I'm only tryin' to get a few heads

I'm sick of all the shit that's
And I'm of all the lip that's poppin'
And all the wack attitudes coppin'
I'm only tryin' to get a few boppin'

It go bang bang boogie, I'm sick like a
I'm wiser bud, I'm thicker than blood
I'm older than molded from the divine
How can you be so bold to think that take mine?

I'm cash like Johnny the highway man
And I'm walkin' this the best way I can
With my tan and my bloodshot eyes
I ain't bodied no one, I ain't chopped no

the butters from the gutters
I'm to explode and blow the spot for folk nave
Up the Gun Hill like artillery shells
Been from heaven to
And I'm a say a little prayer for every rapper fell

'Cause I'm sick of all the that's droppin'
And I'm of all the lip that's poppin'
And all the attitudes people coppin'
I'm tryin' to get a few heads boppin'

Yo, I'm of all the shit that's droppin'
And I'm of all the lip that's poppin'
And all the attitudes people coppin'
I'm only tryin' to get a few heads