Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Love At?

1
Listen...
It's like
One fourth of a
And I ain't at all
'Cause I facin'
More than a matador
And since
The of Plan B
people think
It's been
Sweet and
It can be
all the envy
And all these underground
Wanna me
Yeah I admit I been
But off I'm tired
You got
fry it
Now which
try it?
My an act of charity
And now
I'm forced to down
To mentality
Battle rap was an excuse
You 'bout to lose
The whole sing thing
Was a loose
sing's a pen
Short for
S-G is
And Singapore is
So tell
you's a loser
And if I see her
At my show
I'll her
of Styles'
Diss track was
Illustrait,
Boo, fat garbage
And the Lord
The mentions are minimal
And I diss
I say
bein' subliminal
You asked for my
Memorized my
last year
You
And now you rivals? (Please...)
Illegitimate beef is
I hold the title
And I'm still your freakin'

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

2
Alotta people
Us but even some
And the
you dealin' wit'
Dumb hatred's
years
I met all of people
Some minds are
Some kinds just grind your
Critics can my ***
I'm with it
Anonymous
And say kid did it
is
Since in the
can't rhyme right
But that
This rhyme's mate
Now am I
Or am I
The I do
With my life is my
Well everybody
Why the highlight?
Now stay nosey
and rumors
Life is made
Sicker brain tumor
turn to snitches
Jelly duns is
Try to set me up
By me up with witches
Now even Joe thinks I'm
I got this odd
Sense of danger every 40
So I with bodyguards
I to God
If it for the cream
I've quit I've had
And enough for the scene
the four elements
Key performin'
land tourin'
Now doin' a song with
Kids is
Bum pack shows
But respect from the
had those
Now all up
Not one, yeah I would love
Askin' hip hop
Now my love at...?

(2x)
Now where my at?
I'm askin' young
And all
If I phat
Now what you call
Alotta are mad
I'm all dat
Yo' the track
Where you at

3
Yo...
I got to let out
in two verses
So here's a one
Pardon the
First is
Imma clear
And here
That I start ish
And won't stop
eighth tear
Diss until your cheer
It's
The you pay
For thinkin' I've patience
squashin' beef with Ammo
I it'll be
no problemo
Until I kiddies
Who dissin' on they
Not just
Go on the net
Phat Fam by Bobby
Little kid
Who surf porn as a
14 and
In life Phlowtron
Will you on a daily basis
Alotta internet
they wildin'
Keystylin' ain't
No timin', no
No production, no beats, pal
I rather dope lyrics
Than come up wack freestyles
I write songs hearts listen
The rest start
stanky rhymes
I 'em farticians
Yeah I mentioned
Few the namelist
Your overnight
Of famous is the lamest
the best
He you back
You get
obsolete witch
Work the on your own
But that day comes
Kill the ish
And all
And realize that deep in your
That's where my at

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