Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Love At?

1
Listen...
It's been
One of a score
And I ain't at all
'Cause I been
bull than a matador
And ever
The of Plan B
Alotta think
It's candy
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 silence's an act of
And now
I'm forced to down
To mentality
Battle rap was an excuse
You 'bout to lose
The sing sing thing
Was a loose
sing's a pen
Short for
S-G is
And Singapore is
So tell
Which a loser
And if I see her
At my again
bruise her
Duality of
Diss track was
Illustrait,
Souljah Boo, fat
And the Lord
The mentions are kept
And when I
I say
Buck bein'
You for my autograph
Memorized my
Well year
You
And now you rivals? (Please...)
Illegitimate is suicidal
I still the title
And I'm your freakin' idol

Now my love at?
I'm young cats
And all
If I phat
Now what you call
Alotta are mad
I'm all dat
Yo' blast the
Where you at

2
Alotta love
Us but even hate
And the
you dealin' wit'
Dumb hatred's
years
I met all of people
Some minds are
Some kinds grind your temple
can suck my ***
I'm with it
diss
And say kid did it
is
Since in the
Malique rhyme right
But that
This rhyme's mate
Now am I
Or am I
The I do
With my life is my
Well sins
Why mine's the
Now stay nosey
Gossip and
Life is made
Sicker brain tumor
Friends turn to
Jelly is vicious
Try to set me up
By me up with witches
Now Joe thinks I'm paranoid
I got this odd
Sense of danger 40 yards
So I with bodyguards
I to God
If it wasn't for the
I've quit I've had
And enough for the scene
Promote the elements
Key performin'
Foreign land
Now a song with Warren
is stormin'
Bum pack shows
But respect the scene
had those
Now all up
Not one, yeah I love that
Askin' hip hop
Now my love at...?

(2x)
Now my love at?
I'm young cats
And all
If I phat
Now what you that?
suckers 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
is first
Imma make
And here
That I ain't ish
And won't stop
Your tear
until your mates cheer
It's
The you pay
For thinkin' I've patience
After squashin' beef Ammo
I thought be
Like no
Until I heard
Who dissin' on demos
Not just
Go on the net
Phat Fam dissed by
sick kid
Who surf porn as a
14 and
In real life
Will stomp you on a daily
internet nerds
Think they
ain't freestylin'
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' rhymes
I call 'em
I only mentioned
Few from the
Your overnight
Of gettin' famous is the
the best
He diss you
You get
That's witch
Work the throne on own
But until day comes
the bull ish
And all
And that deep in your heart
That's where my at

(2x)
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' blast the
you ball at