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 like that Maz' I got in my garage
that ride rides up (Ahhhh), you gon' know it's not a Mazda
I better than you cause I exercise with my hoes
But my finger got it's own regiment
I'm so sick like Ne-Yo I got my own medicine, I do my own
C'mon, you if your crib got no echo, let go you ain't a star
I let go and like petrol into your car
Put your stunner shades on fix eyes to look at me
I'm but still but yeah my chain is doin a y-twist
Why the they spend so much on those - why wouldn't we?
Plus I'm tired of niggas bout what I shouldn't be (yeah)
Put the tools to 'em put the in gear
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
That's the resume nigga, don't it roomy?
Don't it long? Don't my name got a ring to it?
Like a ring tone after King Comb
Adam Eve, rappin, tabernacle theme song
cause I'm a natural, striking like I'm lightin matches
I could west, south, Midwest or bite the
Psychopathic, when he on the track like it's magic
The city on his back just like his (Woooo!)
The gats that we pack got extensions
Put your pencils 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)
lyrical I am in a category 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 pop a lot of bologna, the parkin lot I shot up your homie
I rocked a lot of Prada, lot of
We only rock once and give 'em to my niggas (uh huh)
While you still cleanin yours and stickin your in 'em (yeah)
Im just a hot nigga, them glock triggers givin you
Broadway and I'm all day a city slicker
You bigger than me I still get you, I'm so
I ghost write if I wanted I could let dis you (keep goin)
Come your like the six is a tanker van
them killers show up to the scene like 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 chest out you
Next album no to know the rest bout you
While you in the air just hoverin' there chillin (What you doin?)
In the Hilton in Paris fuckin with Paris (Damn!)
little bo at the podium reading goodbyes
I'm blowed by a hoe in a Via Dubai
To prove my I did my dirt, the most you can do to the ghost is kill my curse
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 the sharp weapon
I start guessin 'em all that I'm autistic
Preach! Nigga my speech is reachless, untouchable by any livin
Any way meet you (yeah), anywhere I'll beet you (yeah)
Bed to headline or anywhere I feature (uh huh)
ain't tryin to hit nickel 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), Royce Da 5'9" nigga who it?

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