Luyện nghe bài hát Vats Of Urine

Behold y'all, the digital vats of
up bitches, taste our liquid gold
Err, you must respect
First, you yourself, hey man, you made a rhyme
Yes it is for I am a rap God beyond the moon

Everybody talkin' 'bout pistols, is borin'
He with a new topic to flip you, vats of urine
All pro, the stats, his style scorin'
While you at it, check that Cristal you're pourin'

Born of the pleads that a P in geniuses
Broads don't see it, since they don't got
Conveniences, thank God not a ho
In the studio when you go, you gotta go

Before you flow, make sure you practice or you
You don't wanna miss and let the cactus get to
If any contestant splash, he's
Even if one should slide down the bottle side

Put a bum in a even pickle
Reality show, how far you go to get a nickel?
Let a buck
Listen by the window, you can him moanin', yuck

Remember, tomorrow is day
It's not the kind of stuff you to save and harbor away
Once it gets and fermented
It takes on a bouquet that I say is naturally scented

Tempted by a empty can of
Or waitin' until we get there, say two or three
Yeah, when it's fresh, sterile
Some say digestible, even

If you was stranded out to sea, alone and in
dehydration, guzzle your own cup full
Some day you may even show son
How to use it to make potassium nitrate for

Funded by friends of ours who's
us next time when we discuss disgusting enemas

He's a rap God
like a big log that you find in your toilet
Fo' real, bow down and his knees

And I am about to it all up in here, stand by for kickin'
I am the er, not you, you kick elsewhere
sucks man, I'm bored, me too