Luyện nghe bài hát White Tyson

1]

I am back a vengeance
I'm a cowboy hangs with the Indians
Yeah I'm with wolves
But I ain't nothing, I don't wear sheeps clothes
Look into my it's a freak show
If you don't like what I do you can
All eight
Fuck you, fuck and fuck fake friendships

I am violent
One thing I get is the silent treatment
Work everyday, that's my secret
I'm the king so I'm not beneath it
All you that shit-talk
Punch a hole through your like it's gyprock
a hit bitch, dip. You could kick rocks
I'm dope like a rock of yay' in a Ziploc
I'm a Wu-tang Clan
Plus I'm colorful like Toucan Sam's
300 pound that snorts cocaine
Put a lighter to my mouth, propane
Everyday I'm hair, I need Rogaine
Before I get my fixed, probably get a gold chain
so cold man
I am here forever, I'm like John Coltrane

Put your cash
Put a rapper in the ring, I smash his face
Knock him out cold to a basket
I am young Mike Tyson, I'm Clay

One of the of all time
I am young Mike Tyson in his prime
Half these cats that are big now, they rhyme
So I'll fighting 'till the bell, reading champs minds

2]
You will no resemblance
Tats on my wearing Pendleton
(Baxwar)
Got a that's an emblem
Stylin', the look in my eyes got them
MCs sitting on the rafts, of simpletons
like I'm serving on a brass out in Wimbledon
Get stomped while a starts assembling
I'm wearing Red Wing boots, Timberland's
Still, that'll leave a mess
my life last year, now it's the fucking best
Please, don't put me to the test
Slice your heart while it's right from out your chest

I'm on a rise like I'm on an elevator
Writing songs for the kids, you can they're faded
A lot of dudes get old, fat and hella
But I'm a man, brain's accelerated

Put your away
Put a rapper in the ring, I smash his face
Knock him out cold to a case
I am young Mike Tyson, I'm Clay

One of the greatest of all
I am young Mike in his damn prime
Half these cats that are big now, can't rhyme
So I'll just fight 'till the bell, champs minds

3]
No but to get productive
If I don't I get self destructive
Slap a like a puck
That's no fuck stick
Don't criticize if not constructive
Not the one to with
Say another one, you should try your with
When it comes to shit I am bursting out the seams
All these rappers really all as thirsty as it seems
I am hungry, believe there's a difference
Not like a bunch of crack fiends on a mission
Madchild, I am mean, I am
I'm so clean I glisten

So all rappers better get a grip
I've give the people what they want to instead of shit
I leave scars, start cracking a leather whip
I got bars, snapping when I let 'em rip

Yo
Put your away
Put a rapper in the ring, I will his face
Knock him out to a basket case
I am young Tyson, I'm Cassius Clay

One of the greatest of all
I am young Mike Tyson in his damn
Half these cats that are big now, can't rhyme
So just fight 'till the bell, reading champs minds

(That's up.)