Luyện nghe bài hát Willing a Destruction Onto Humanity

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Hotboxing the whip piff from the ziplock
Guns come from Big Lots, blunts the Quick Stop
Scheming on a plot trying to rob Mr. Big
Strip you for your little chip of the
Stay equipped with the Glocks, you left for dead through rocks
Gave your girlfriend my in a box
All the I got on my hands I should have rocks in my wristwatch
But I pick Glocks over in the gift box
you down the staircase, pop you in the lobby
Feed you hot slugs, shot is a hot tamale
Spot we put the bodies is hot as the Mojave
time to find a new hobby
Before cops is sending out the bloodhounds, rounding up the
Reckless niggas with records than disc jockeys
their records on CNN and Hard Copy
Play the part where they the heart in the autopsy

Everyone of you is alive, your death has got nothing to do with it. You survived many deaths, but you don't know anything about it. How much have you learned in this life? How much have you truly learned that makes a difference?

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I'm a motherfucking headhunter, a cold to a dead summer
Doesn't matter the weather, I'm still a
You can the fucking body in the red dumpster
20+ years, cousin couldn't dead (Still hungry, motherfuckers)
See it's the that I rap
I nickname gats, my butterfly effect
The or the TEC
Some of my brothers is on their deen, of them provide the wet
And some of them provide the
Jail motherfuckers that'll buck you on furlough
I run a wall, never heard of hurdles
de Piedra, I'm Roberto, you a fucking herb though
I've been getting money since my third
My new is berzerko, only smoke the purple
Y'all fucking stand around in circles
Me and Jus Allah