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
Clean 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 I exercise with my hoes
But my finger got it's 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 your car
Put your stunner shades on fix 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 those - why we?
Plus I'm tired of niggas talking bout what I be (yeah)
Put the tools to 'em put the magnum in
Then, sing the blues to 'em let them cruise through 'em (blao)
Believe you me I be squeezing at ease, you weak niggas will
Better breathe, you re-zoot it
the resume nigga, don't it seem roomy?
Don't it long? Don't my name got a ring to it?
Like a tone padded after King Comb
Adam Eve, battle rappin, theme song
That's I'm a natural, striking like I'm lightin matches
I could west, south, Midwest or bite the
Psychopathic, when he on the it's like it's magic
The city on his just like his jacket (Woooo!)
The gats that we got extensions attachments
Put away your pencils and pens if you
You ain't gotta write rhymes you have 'em all in your head
I'll 'em off the floor when you dead (yeah)
Most lyrical I am in a category none
Compare me to who? If it ain't the one I'm buryin you
Cause squeezing ain't shit, my guns be speakin to players Steven A. Smith
And believe me spit, however you want
I put up them number every season that's the reason they (keep goin)
I don't pop a lot of bologna, the lot I shot up your homie
I rocked a lot of Prada, lot of
We only rock shoes and give 'em to my niggas (uh huh)
you still cleanin yours and stickin your sock in 'em (yeah)
Im just a hot nigga, them glock triggers you riga'
Broadway and I'm all day like a slicker
You bigger than me I 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 scene the anchorman
And they'll give you the without the down payment
Up comin rapper was slain but he is now (uh huh)
Etch out you, blow chest out you
Next album no need to know the bout you
While you in the air killed hoverin' there chillin (What you doin?)
In the Hilton in Paris fuckin Paris Hilton (Damn!)
little bo at the podium 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 my curse
The you can do to me now is steel my work
You still can't touch it I'm dope, feel my verse (keep goin)
My artistic thought is all twisted
The raw shit I thought of came awe disses (yeah)
The object of the sharp weapon
I start 'em all guess that I'm autistic
Preach! Nigga my speech is reachless, untouchable by any creature
Any way meet you (yeah), anywhere I'll beet you (yeah)
Bed time to headline or I feature (uh huh)
Niggas tryin to hit nickel up to do songs (Naw)
Last one done it pissed cause I pooped on him (hahahaha)
Made a writer's burst cause I looped on him
Oh (seven), Royce Da 5'9" nigga who it?

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