Luyện nghe bài hát Who Want It?

(Big out to The Alchemist)

I'm the cold blooded, gold flooded, iced out, star studded
Fly like the ghost of who died cause the coke it
like that Maz' that I got in my garage
When that ride rides up (Ahhhh), you gon' know it's not a
I zone better than you cause I exercise with my
But my trigger finger got it's own
I'm so sick like I got my own medicine, I do my own edits
C'mon, you if your crib got no echo, let go you ain't a star
I let go and bullets like into your car
Put your stunner shades on fix your to look at me
I'm standin but still but my chain is doin 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 to 'em put the magnum in gear
Then, sing the blues to 'em let them things through 'em (blao)
Believe you me I be squeezing at ease, you weak niggas will
Better breathe, you might it
the resume nigga, don't it seem roomy?
Don't it long? Don't my name got a ring to it?
Like a ring tone padded after Comb
Adam Eve, rappin, tabernacle theme song
That's cause I'm a natural, like I'm lightin matches
I could west, south, Midwest or the Apple
Psychopathic, when he on the it's like it's magic
The city on his back like his jacket (Woooo!)
The gats we pack got extensions attachments
Put away pencils and pens if you rappin
You ain't gotta rhymes you could have 'em all in your head
I'll read 'em off the floor when you (yeah)
Most I am in a category with none
Compare me to who? If it ain't the notorious one I'm you
Cause squeezing ain't shit, my be speakin to players like Steven A. Smith
And believe me spit, however you want
I put up them number every season that's the reason sick (keep goin)
I don't pop a lot of bologna, the parkin lot I shot up homie
I rocked a lot of Prada, lot of
We only rock shoes and give 'em to my niggas (uh huh)
While you cleanin yours and stickin your sock in 'em (yeah)
Im just a hot nigga, them triggers givin you riga'
Broadway and I'm all day like a slicker
You than me I still get you, I'm so shist'
I ghost if I wanted I could let Diddy dis you (keep goin)
Come through your the six is a tanker van
Have them killers show up to the like the anchorman
And they'll give you the news the down payment
Up rapper was slain but he is now famous (uh huh)
Etch out you, blow your out you
Next album no need to know the rest you
While you in the air killed hoverin' there chillin (What you doin?)
In the Hilton in Paris fuckin with Paris (Damn!)
Your little bo at the reading goodbyes
I'm blowed by a hoe in a Via Dubai
To prove my worth I did my dirt, the most you can do to the ghost is kill my
The most you can do to me now is my work
You still can't touch it I'm dope, just feel my (keep goin)
My thought process is all twisted
The raw shit I thought of from awe disses (yeah)
The object of narcissism the sharp
I guessin 'em all guess that I'm autistic
Preach! Nigga my is reachless, untouchable by any livin creature
Any way I'll meet you (yeah), anywhere beet you (yeah)
Bed time to headline or anywhere I (uh huh)
Niggas ain't tryin to hit up to do songs (Naw)
Last one done it still cause I pooped on him (hahahaha)
Made a writer's burst over cause I on him
Oh (seven), Da 5'9" nigga who want it?

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