Luyện nghe bài hát Who Want It?

(Big out to The Alchemist)

I'm the most cold blooded, gold flooded, out, star studded
Fly like the ghost of who died cause the done it
Clean like Maz' that I got in my garage
When that ride up (Ahhhh), you gon' know it's not a Mazda
I zone better than you cause I exercise with my
But my trigger finger got own regiment
I'm so sick Ne-Yo I got my own medicine, I do my own edits
C'mon, you if your crib ain't got no echo, let go you a star
I let go and bullets like petrol into car
Put stunner shades on fix your eyes to look at me
I'm standin but still but yeah my chain is a y-twist
Why the fuck they spend so much on - why wouldn't we?
Plus I'm tired of talking bout what I shouldn't be (yeah)
Put the tools to 'em put the magnum in
Then, sing the blues to 'em let them things cruise 'em (blao)
Believe you me I be squeezing at ease, you weak will bleed
breathe, you might re-zoot it
That's the resume nigga, it seem roomy?
Don't it read long? Don't my got a ring to it?
Like a ring tone padded after King
Adam Eve, rappin, tabernacle theme song
That's I'm a natural, striking like I'm lightin matches
I could west, south, or bite the Apple
Psychopathic, when he on the track it's like magic
The on his back just like his jacket (Woooo!)
The gats that we got extensions attachments
Put away your and pens if you rappin
You ain't write rhymes you could have 'em all in your head
I'll read 'em off the when you dead (yeah)
Most lyrical I am in a with none
Compare me to who? If it ain't the notorious one I'm you
Cause squeezing shit, my guns be speakin to players like Steven A. Smith
And believe me they spit, you want
I put up them number every that's the reason they sick (keep goin)
I don't pop a lot of bologna, the parkin lot I shot up your
I a lot of Prada, lot of Bryony
We only rock shoes and give 'em to my niggas (uh huh)
While you still yours and stickin your sock in 'em (yeah)
Im just a hot nigga, glock triggers givin you riga'
and I'm all day like a city slicker
You bigger than me I still get you, I'm so
I ghost write if I I could let Diddy dis you (keep goin)
Come through your the six is a tanker van
Have them show up to the scene like the anchorman
And they'll give you the without the down payment
Up rapper was slain but he is now famous (uh huh)
out you, blow your chest out you
Next album no need to know the rest you
While you in the air killed just there chillin (What you doin?)
In the Hilton in Paris fuckin Paris Hilton (Damn!)
Your bo at the podium reading goodbyes
I'm getting by a hoe in a Via Dubai
To prove my worth I did my dirt, the most you can do to the is kill my curse
The you can do to me now is steel my work
You can't touch it I'm dope, just feel my verse (keep goin)
My artistic thought is all twisted
The raw shit I of came from awe disses (yeah)
The of narcissism the sharp weapon
I start guessin 'em all guess I'm autistic
Preach! Nigga my speech is reachless, untouchable by any livin
Any way I'll meet you (yeah), anywhere beet you (yeah)
Bed time to headline or anywhere I (uh huh)
Niggas tryin to hit nickel up to do songs (Naw)
one done it still pissed cause I pooped on him (hahahaha)
Made a writer's burst over cause I on him
Oh (seven), Royce Da 5'9" who want it?

Nobody!
(Royce Da 5'9"... The Bar Exam... Pay attention)