Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Love At?

1
Listen...
It's been
One of a score
And I glad at all
I been facin'
More bull a matador
And ever
The success of B
Alotta people
been candy
Sweet and
It can be
Minus all the
And all underground cats
slam me
Yeah I admit I been
But off that I'm
You got
fry it
Now motherlover
try it?
My silence's an act of
And now
I'm forced to stoop
To mentality
rap was an excuse phrase
You to lose face
The sing sing thing
Was a loose
Sing a pen
for penitentiary
S-G is
And Singapore is
So tell
Which you's a
And if I see her
At my again
bruise her
Duality of
Diss track was
Illustrait,
Boo, fat garbage
And the Lord
The mentions are kept
And when I
I say
Buck subliminal
You asked for my
my recitals
Well year
You
And now you rivals? (Please...)
Illegitimate is suicidal
I still the title
And I'm still freakin' idol

Now where my at?
I'm askin' young
And all
If I ain't
Now you call that?
suckers are mad
I'm all dat
Yo' blast the
Where you at

2
Alotta people
Us but even hate
And the
When you dealin'
hatred's ungreat
Five
I met all of people
Some are simple
kinds just grind your temple
Critics can my ***
I'm with it
diss
And say kid did it
is
Since in the
Malique rhyme right
But puff
This tight mate
Now am I
Or am I
The I do
With my life is my
Well sins
Why mine's the
Now reporters stay
Gossip and
is made humor
Sicker than tumor
Friends turn to
Jelly duns is
Try to set me up
By hookin' me up with
Now even Joe I'm paranoid
I got this odd
Sense of danger 40 yards
So I roll bodyguards
I to God
If it wasn't for the
I've quit I've had
And done enough for the
Promote the elements
Key performin'
Foreign land
Now doin' a with Warren
is stormin'
Bum pack shows
But respect from the
had those
Now all up
Not one, yeah I love that
hip hop heads
Now my love at...?

(2x)
Now where my at?
I'm young cats
And all
If I phat
Now what you that?
suckers are mad
I'm all dat
Yo' the track
you ball at

3
Yo...
I got to let out
in two verses
So a third one
the curses
First is
Imma make
And state
That I ain't ish
And won't until
Your tear
Diss until mates cheer
It's
The you pay
For thinkin' I've patience
After squashin' beef Ammo
I it'll be
no problemo
Until I heard
Who on they demos
Not that
Go on the net
Phat Fam dissed by
Little kid
Who surf as a hobby
14 and
In life Phlowtron
Will stomp you on a basis
Alotta internet
they wildin'
Keystylin' ain't
No timin', no
No production, no beats, pal
I rather write dope
Than come up with wack
I write songs hearts listen
The start dissin'
Wit' stanky
I call 'em
Yeah I mentioned
Few the namelist
Your trick
Of famous is the lamest
Diss the
He diss you
You get
That's witch
Work the throne on own
But until that day
the bull ish
And all
And realize that deep in your
where my love at

(2x)
Now where my at?
I'm askin' young
And all
If I ain't
Now what you call
Alotta are mad
I'm all dat
Yo' the track
you ball at