Luyện nghe bài hát Who Want It?

(Big out to The Alchemist)

I'm the most blooded, gold flooded, iced out, star studded
Fly the ghost of who died cause the coke done it
Clean that Maz' that I got in my garage
When ride rides up (Ahhhh), you gon' know it's not a Mazda
I zone better than you cause I exercise 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 ain't a
I let go and bullets like petrol into car
Put your stunner shades on fix your to look at me
I'm standin but still but yeah my chain is a y-twist
Why the fuck they so much on those - why wouldn't we?
I'm tired of niggas 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 cruise through 'em (blao)
Believe you me I be squeezing at ease, you niggas will bleed
breathe, you might re-zoot it
That's the resume nigga, it seem roomy?
it read long? Don't my name got a ring to it?
Like a ring tone after King Comb
Eve, battle rappin, tabernacle theme song
That's cause I'm a natural, striking like I'm matches
I could west, south, Midwest or the Apple
Psychopathic, when he on the track it's it's magic
The city on his back just like his (Woooo!)
The that we pack got extensions attachments
Put away your and pens if you rappin
You ain't gotta write rhymes you could have 'em all in your
read 'em off the floor when you dead (yeah)
Most lyrical I am in a with none
me to who? If it ain't the notorious one I'm buryin you
Cause squeezing ain't shit, my guns be to players like Steven A. Smith
And believe me spit, however you want
I put up them number every season the reason they sick (keep goin)
I don't pop a lot of bologna, the parkin lot I up your homie
I a lot of Prada, lot of Bryony
We only rock shoes once and give 'em to my (uh huh)
While you still cleanin yours and 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 still get you, I'm so
I ghost write if I wanted I let Diddy dis you (keep goin)
Come your like the six is a tanker van
Have them killers show up to the scene the anchorman
And they'll give you the news without the payment
Up comin rapper was but he is now famous (uh huh)
Etch out you, blow your out you
Next album no need to the rest bout you
While you in the air killed just 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 you can do to me now is steel my work
You still can't touch it I'm dope, just feel my (keep goin)
My artistic thought is all twisted
The raw I thought of came from awe disses (yeah)
The object of narcissism the weapon
I guessin 'em all guess that I'm autistic
Preach! my speech is reachless, untouchable by any livin creature
Any way meet you (yeah), anywhere I'll beet you (yeah)
Bed time to headline or I feature (uh huh)
Niggas ain't tryin to hit nickel up to do (Naw)
one done it still pissed cause I pooped on him (hahahaha)
Made a burst over cause I looped on him
Oh (seven), Royce Da 5'9" nigga who it?

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