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'
bull than a matador
And ever
The success of B
Alotta think
been candy
Sweet and
It can be
Minus all the
And all these underground
Wanna me
I admit I been quiet
But off I'm tired
You got
fry it
Now which
try it?
My an act of charity
And now
I'm to stoop down
To your
rap was an excuse phrase
You 'bout to lose
The whole sing thing
Was a loose
sing's a pen
Short for
S-G is
And Singapore is
So Kuza
Which 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 kept
And I diss
I say
Buck bein'
You for my autograph
Memorized my
Well last
You
And now you punks (Please...)
beef is suicidal
I hold the title
And I'm your freakin' idol

Now my love at?
I'm askin' young
And all
If I ain't
Now you call that?
Alotta are mad
I'm all dat
Yo' blast the
you ball at

2
Alotta people
Us but some hate
And the
When you wit'
hatred's ungreat
Five
I met all of people
minds are simple
Some kinds just grind your
can suck my ***
I'm sick it
diss
And say kid did it
is
Since in the
Malique can't right
But puff
rhyme's tight mate
Now am I
Or am I
The I do
my life is my right
Well sins
Why the highlight?
Now stay nosey
Gossip and
Life is made
Sicker brain tumor
Friends to snitches
Jelly is vicious
Try to set me up
By hookin' me up witches
Now Joe thinks I'm paranoid
I got this odd
Sense of every 40 yards
So I with bodyguards
I to God
If it for the cream
I've quit cause had
And done enough for the
Promote the elements
Key show
Foreign land
Now doin' a song Warren
is stormin'
Bum pack shows
But respect from the
Ain't had
Now all up
Not one, I would love that
hip hop heads
Now my love at...?

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

3
Yo...
I got to let out
in two verses
So a third one
Pardon the
First is
Imma clear
And state
I ain't start ish
And won't until
Your eighth
until your mates cheer
It's
The you pay
For thinkin' I've eternal
After squashin' beef with
I it'll be
Like no
Until I kiddies
Who dissin' on demos
Not just
Go on the net
Phat Fam by Bobby
Little kid
Who porn as a hobby
14 and
In real Phlowtron
stomp you on a daily basis
Alotta nerds
Think they
Keystylin' freestylin'
No timin', no
No production, no beats, pal
I rather dope lyrics
Than up with wack freestyles
I write songs good hearts
The rest start
stanky rhymes
I 'em farticians
Yeah I only
Few the namelist
Your overnight
Of gettin' famous is the
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 heart
where my love at

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