Luyện nghe bài hát Tired

Make you go, for soul over mic control
Kid you touch me with a ten foot pole
And I even made the devil me his jewels
He was out to cold mock me and you for fools

Kid, you the rules must be smokin' super cools
Try to dis' me on the low got to be a
alright though 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 takin'? livin'? Who's starvin'?
Diss me on the mic it's for headstone carvin'
And tap writin' will strike ya like lightin'
Dissolve ya like powder so turn it up

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

'Cause I'm sick of all the shit droppin'
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'

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

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

I'm cash like Johnny the highway man
And I'm this line the best way I can
my farmer's tan and my bloodshot eyes
I ain't bodied no one, I ain't no pies

With the from the gutters
I'm about to and blow the spot for folk nave
Up the Gun Hill Road artillery shells
from heaven to hell
And I'm a say a little for every rapper that fell

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

Yo, I'm 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