Luyện nghe bài hát Who Want It?

(Big out to The Alchemist)

I'm the most cold blooded, gold flooded, iced out, star
Fly like the ghost of who died cause the done it
Clean like that Maz' that I got in my
When that ride rides up (Ahhhh), you gon' know it's not a
I zone better you cause I exercise with my hoes
But my trigger got it's own regiment
I'm so like 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 petrol into your car
Put your stunner shades on fix your eyes to at me
I'm standin but still but yeah my chain is doin a
Why the fuck they 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 magnum in
Then, the blues to 'em let them things cruise through '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, don't it seem
Don't it read long? my name got a ring to it?
Like a ring padded after King Comb
Eve, battle rappin, tabernacle 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 track it's like it's
The city on his back like his jacket (Woooo!)
The gats that we got extensions attachments
Put away pencils and pens if you rappin
You gotta write rhymes you could have 'em all in your head
I'll 'em off the floor when you dead (yeah)
Most lyrical I am in a category with
Compare me to who? If it the notorious one I'm buryin you
Cause squeezing ain't shit, my guns be speakin to players like Steven A.
And believe me they spit, however you
I put up them number season that's the reason they 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 still yours and stickin your sock in 'em (yeah)
Im just a hot nigga, glock triggers givin you riga'
Broadway and I'm all day like a slicker
You bigger me I still get you, I'm so shist'
I write if I wanted I could let Diddy dis you (keep goin)
Come your like the six is a tanker van
Have them show up to the scene like the anchorman
And they'll give you the news without the down
Up comin rapper was but he is now famous (uh huh)
Etch out you, blow chest out you
album no need to know the rest bout you
While you in the air killed hoverin' there chillin (What you doin?)
In the Hilton in Paris fuckin Paris Hilton (Damn!)
Your little bo at the reading goodbyes
I'm getting 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 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 process is all
The raw shit I of came from awe disses (yeah)
The object of narcissism the sharp
I start 'em all guess that I'm autistic
Preach! Nigga my speech is reachless, untouchable by any creature
Any way I'll meet you (yeah), anywhere beet you (yeah)
Bed time to or anywhere I feature (uh huh)
Niggas tryin to hit nickel up to do songs (Naw)
Last one done it still pissed I pooped on him (hahahaha)
Made a burst over cause I looped on him
Oh (seven), Royce Da 5'9" who want it?

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