Luyện nghe bài hát Vats Of Urine

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

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

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

Before you flow, make sure you or you losin'
You don't miss and let the cactus get to oozin'
If any contestant splash, disqualified
Even if one drip should slide the bottle side

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

Remember, is garbage day
It's not the kind of stuff you want to save and harbor
Once it gets ripened and
It takes on a bouquet that I should say is scented

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

If you was out to sea, alone and in trouble
Survive dehydration, your own cup full
Some day you may even your son
How to use it to make potassium for gunpowder

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

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