Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Love At?

1
Listen...
It's been
One of a score
And I glad at all
'Cause I facin'
More bull a matador
And since
The of Plan B
people think
It's 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 forced to down
To mentality
Battle rap was an excuse
You to lose face
The whole sing thing
Was a case
Sing a pen
for penitentiary
S-G is
And is family
So Kuza
you's a loser
And if I see her
At my again
bruise her
Duality of
Diss track was
Illustrait,
Boo, fat garbage
And the Lord
The are kept minimal
And I diss
I say
Buck subliminal
You asked for my
Memorized my
Well last
You
And now you rivals? (Please...)
Illegitimate beef is
I still the title
And I'm still freakin' idol

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

2
Alotta love
Us but even hate
And the
you dealin' wit'
Dumb ungreat
Five
I met all kinds of
Some minds are
Some just grind your temple
can suck my ***
I'm sick it
diss
And say kid did it
is
Since in the
Malique rhyme right
But that
This rhyme's tight
Now am I
Or am I
The I do
With my life is my
everybody sins
Why mine's the
Now reporters nosey
Gossip and
is made humor
Sicker than tumor
Friends to snitches
Jelly is vicious
Try to set me up
By hookin' me up with
Now even Joe I'm paranoid
Cause I got odd
Sense of every 40 yards
So I with bodyguards
I to God
If it wasn't for the
I've cause I've had
And enough for the scene
Promote the elements
Key performin'
land tourin'
Now doin' a song Warren
is stormin'
Bum rushin' shows
But respect the scene
Ain't had
Now all up
Not one, yeah I would that
Askin' hip hop
Now where my at...?

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

3
Yo...
I got to let out
Impossible in two
So here's a one
the curses
First is
Imma make
And here
That I ain't ish
And stop until
Your eighth
Diss until mates cheer
It's
The you pay
For thinkin' I've eternal
squashin' beef with Ammo
I it'll be
Like no
Until I kiddies
Who dissin' on they
Not that
Go on the net
Fam dissed by Bobby
Little kid
Who surf porn as a
14 and
In real life
stomp you on a daily basis
Alotta nerds
Think wildin'
Keystylin' ain't
No timin', no
No production, no beats, pal
I rather write lyrics
come up with wack freestyles
I write songs hearts listen
The start dissin'
Wit' stanky
I 'em farticians
Yeah I mentioned
Few from the
overnight trick
Of famous is the lamest
Diss the
He you back
You get
That's obsolete
Work the on your own
But until that day
Kill the ish
And all
And realize that deep in heart
where my love at

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