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 cause the coke done it
Clean like Maz' that I got in my garage
When that ride rides up (Ahhhh), you gon' it's not a Mazda
I zone better you cause I exercise with my hoes
But my trigger finger got own regiment
I'm so sick Ne-Yo I got my own medicine, I do my own edits
C'mon, you if crib ain't got no echo, let go you ain't a star
I let go and like petrol into your car
Put stunner shades on fix your eyes to look at me
I'm standin but but yeah my chain is doin a y-twist
Why the fuck they so much on those - 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, 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 roomy?
Don't it long? Don't my name got a ring to it?
Like a ring tone padded King Comb
Eve, battle rappin, tabernacle theme song
That's cause I'm a natural, striking like I'm lightin
I could west, south, or bite the Apple
Psychopathic, when he on the track it's it's magic
The city on his back just like his (Woooo!)
The gats we pack got extensions attachments
Put away your and pens if you rappin
You ain't gotta write rhymes you could 'em all in your head
read 'em off the floor when you dead (yeah)
Most lyrical I am in a category none
me to who? If it ain't the notorious one I'm buryin you
Cause ain't shit, my guns be speakin to players like Steven A. Smith
And believe me they spit, however you
I put up them every season that's the reason they sick (keep goin)
I don't pop a lot of bologna, the lot I shot up your homie
I a lot of Prada, lot of Bryony
We rock shoes once and give 'em to my niggas (uh huh)
While you still cleanin and stickin your sock 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 get you, I'm so shist'
I ghost if I wanted I could let Diddy dis you (keep goin)
Come through like the six is a tanker van
Have them killers up to the scene like the anchorman
And they'll give you the news the down payment
Up rapper was slain but he is now famous (uh huh)
out you, blow your chest out you
Next no need to know the rest bout you
you in the air killed just hoverin' there chillin (What you doin?)
In the Hilton in Paris fuckin with Paris (Damn!)
Your bo at the podium reading goodbyes
I'm getting blowed by a hoe in a Via
To my worth 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 touch it I'm dope, just feel my verse (keep goin)
My thought process 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 or anywhere I feature (uh huh)
Niggas 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), Da 5'9" nigga who want it?

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