Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Love At?

1
Listen...
It's been
One of a score
And I glad at all
'Cause I been
More bull than a
And since
The of Plan B
Alotta think
It's candy
and dandy
It can be
Minus all the
And all these cats
Wanna me
I admit I been quiet
But off that I'm
You got
fry it
Now motherlover
try it?
My an act of charity
And now
I'm forced to down
To mentality
Battle rap was an excuse
You to lose face
The whole sing sing
Was a case
Sing 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
Duality of
Diss was garbage
Illustrait,
Boo, fat garbage
And praise the
The mentions are minimal
And I diss
I say
Buck bein'
You for my autograph
my recitals
Well year
You
And now you punks (Please...)
Illegitimate is suicidal
I still the title
And I'm your freakin' idol

Now where my at?
I'm askin' young
And all
If I phat
Now you call that?
Alotta are mad
I'm all dat
Yo' the track
you ball at

2
Alotta people
Us but even hate
And the
When you dealin'
hatred's ungreat
Five
I met all of people
minds are simple
Some kinds just your temple
Critics can my ***
I'm with it
Anonymous
And say kid did it
is
Since in the
Malique can't right
But that
This tight mate
Now am I
Or am I
The I do
my life is my right
Well sins
Why the highlight?
Now reporters stay
and rumors
Life is made
Sicker brain tumor
turn to snitches
Jelly is vicious
Try to set me up
By me up with witches
Now even Joe thinks I'm
Cause I got odd
Sense of danger every 40
So I roll bodyguards
I to God
If it for the cream
quit cause I've had
And done for the scene
Promote the four
Key show
Foreign tourin'
Now doin' a song with
Kids is
Bum rushin' pack
But from the scene
Ain't had
Now all up
Not one, yeah I would love
hip hop heads
Now my love at...?

(2x)
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' the track
you ball at

3
Yo...
I got to let out
Impossible in two
So a third one
Pardon the
is first
Imma make
And state
That I start ish
And stop until
Your tear
Diss until mates cheer
It's
The you pay
For I've eternal patience
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 surf porn as a
14 and
In life Phlowtron
Will you on a daily basis
Alotta internet
Think wildin'
ain't freestylin'
No timin', no
No production, no beats, pal
I rather write lyrics
Than up with wack freestyles
I write songs hearts listen
The rest start
stanky rhymes
I call 'em
I only mentioned
Few the namelist
Your trick
Of gettin' is the lamest
the best
He diss you
You get
That's obsolete
the throne on your own
But until that day
Kill the ish
And all
And realize that deep in heart
That's where my at

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