Luyện nghe bài hát Bap

Mr. Killer, I'm killin it by the second, the realest to ever do it, my is off the limits.
Its, the lyricist, vigorous, still the vividest, visionist,

God magnificent!!!!!

Hi, Mr. James how you do
I ain't J.Cole, but them bitches like who
To my roll a joint.
And I get like I.. flip a coin.
When i rip greats, shit faced dudes how my dick taste? paid.

[Girl] omgosh I you James!!

Its Patrick's the way I keep the green.
Its dirty in the south, I keep it clean.
Now I'm motherfuckers!
Look the peephole.
I vomit on the track, you could me Stev-o.
I got green, my name be Ceelo.
I'm knocking doors down can you see me the peepholeee?

I'm the man now dudes put hands down.
Cluster phobia the way I standout.
Man, I'm just flyer a beehive.
Yes I'm the even Stevie can't see why.
Can't you see it? I'm on the lead.
I so hard it is aching out my teeth.
It's Mr. Standout I'm taking on a seat.
It's in Miami cause I'm bringing out the Heat.

Now I'm back with my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, can you match that?
Black hat with the DG's
Looking like a Mac you something like a PC.
I'm on your TV, like Cool J
Too fresh, stuck up on mind like a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you never heard of James you must've been deaf.
I never ran now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy than a thumbtack.
It's coming and its sounding like a comeback.
It's first coming and its like a comeback.
Man, I just never a day off.
They call me "the beAst" and I em take the "A" off.
Take over to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.