Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Love At?

1
Listen...
It's like
One fourth of a
And I glad at all
'Cause I been
bull than a matador
And ever
The of Plan B
Alotta think
been candy
Sweet and
It can be
all the envy
And all these underground
Wanna me
Yeah I I been quiet
But off I'm tired
You got
fry it
Now motherlover
try it?
My silence's an act of
And now
I'm to stoop down
To mentality
Battle rap was an excuse
You to lose face
The whole sing thing
Was a case
Sing a pen
Short for
S-G is
And is family
So tell
Which a loser
And if I see her
At my show
bruise her
Duality of
Diss track was
Illustrait,
Souljah Boo, fat
And praise the
The mentions are minimal
And when I
I say
bein' subliminal
You for my autograph
my recitals
Well last
You
And now you punks (Please...)
beef is suicidal
I still hold the
And I'm still your freakin'

Now my love at?
I'm askin' young
And all
If I ain't
Now what you call
suckers are mad
I'm all dat
Yo' the track
Where you at

2
Alotta love
Us but even some
And the
When you dealin'
Dumb hatred's
years
I met all kinds of
minds are simple
Some kinds just your temple
can suck my ***
I'm with it
Anonymous
And say kid did it
is
Since in the
Malique can't right
But that
This rhyme's tight
Now am I
Or am I
The I do
my life is my right
Well sins
Why mine's the
Now reporters stay
and rumors
Life is made
Sicker than tumor
Friends turn to
Jelly is vicious
Try to set me up
By hookin' me up witches
Now even Joe I'm paranoid
Cause I got odd
of danger every 40 yards
So I with bodyguards
I to God
If it for the cream
I've cause I've had
And done enough for the
the four elements
Key performin'
Foreign tourin'
Now doin' a song Warren
Kids is
Bum rushin' shows
But respect from the
Ain't had
Now all up
Not one, yeah I love that
Askin' hip hop
Now my love at...?

(2x)
Now where my 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
Where you at

3
Yo...
I got to let out
Impossible in two
So here's a one
the curses
First is
Imma clear
And here
I ain't start ish
And won't until
Your eighth
Diss until your mates
It's
The you pay
For thinkin' eternal patience
After beef with Ammo
I thought be
no problemo
Until I heard
Who on they demos
Not that
Go on the net
Phat Fam by Bobby
Little kid
Who porn as a hobby
14 and
In real life
Will stomp you on a daily
internet nerds
Think they
Keystylin' ain't
No timin', no
No production, no beats, pal
I rather write lyrics
Than come up with freestyles
I write songs hearts listen
The start dissin'
Wit' rhymes
I 'em farticians
I only mentioned
Few from the
Your trick
Of gettin' is the lamest
the best
He diss you
You get
obsolete witch
Work the throne on own
But until that day
the bull ish
And all
And realize that deep in your
That's my love at

(2x)
Now my love 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
Where you at