Luyện nghe bài hát Willing a Destruction Onto Humanity

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

Everyone of you is alive, your death has got nothing to do with it. You already survived many deaths, but you don't know anything about it. How much have you 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 the weather, I'm still a lead-dumper
You can find the body in the red dumpster
20+ years, cousin dead hunger (Still hungry, motherfuckers)
See it's the gutter I rap
I nickname gats, they my effect
The or the TEC
Some of my brothers is on their deen, some of them the wet
And some of provide the birdos
motherfuckers that'll buck you on their furlough
I run through a wall, never heard of
Manos de Piedra, I'm Roberto, you a herb though
I've been getting money my third show
My new Kel-Tec is berzerko, smoke the purple
Y'all just fucking around in circles
Me and Jus controversial