Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic

nature,
to the anguish (yeah) to the English language
this ink, you haters get wrote on like a piece of paper
This rap shit got me place
to place, you barely leave house
'Cause you're stuck at your pad, it's stationary
Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta it out
Cowell's rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook
Why your bound notebook got tied your throat
it your mouth, go "HRUHHH"

That's what it's when the mic is out
I'm tearin' at your fleshful dead
'Til your larynx and are split
With these lyrics, expert with
hair extensions, extra clips
And scared to effin' death of it
Bitch, you're starin' at a that
In a pair of Sketchers, sweatshirt
And hoodie black, should be strapped to a or stretcher
Electric, swear on record, bitch
Finger so in the air, I bet your senses flip
a barometric pressure switch
Carin' less who I with this
I'm at your neck Pez dispense

Go 'head, spit flow, bitch...

I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with

shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at your throat, I'm reckless, reckless, yeah

And I'll take a of you, hundred of you
All at like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?

My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is
And all at once to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew
to chew

Yeah, uh
And still conjoined at the hip hop
Still on point and
as Floyd is
And it's filled and no filter, boy
I'll put you in place (yeah) like a realtor, boy
You still in the buldin', boy
I destroy shit, even as I build it
Get the drill bit, pen is with poison
Which is the source, easy to pinpoint it
Like Like a real thin joint, it
Comes on Quilted Northern
And In a built-in toilet
Yeah, bitch I you I'm a dog (woof, woof)

I wouldn't heal ointment
Way I'm kickin' these tails
write a children's storybook (yeah)
Million voices in my head, but still get a bit of thrill
And real enjoyment
Off what? Off the feel of in
Like your bitch when she gives me brain
Like she I'm dumb

Grabs the of my dick and blows me to kingdom come
I feel anointed

She makes noises

When with me, must be from the Windy City
apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me

'Cause like and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo!
is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue like Kolonopins
Would you? I go there, you
Well, I still a few views, and comment on you

not YouTube, 'cause...

I'm at your throat chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with
This I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless,

You're a
That has been the case since when
You last and threw your hat in the race
You've trash
Stick your raps in the bin
Or end up in my rhyme
a fuckboy, so next time
It's gonna be heads like Dez Bryant
a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan, yeah!

Now watch me set it like correct
All you get is sloppy seconds a Timex time
I clock rejects into the next
reckless, that is just my
suit, but you can get my
Columbian tie
Prostitute just climb in the Humvee and ride
Why you hitching at
I put an end to your (sex crime)
Kidding aside, insidious
Girl, you know you got the eyes
But all you're getting is
Ending your life to try to get you
we gon' end up spending the night
And I'm skinning your hide like an tribe

What kind of nut drives a Budweiser
Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, her

Up, binds up, cuts, slices her
But the muff diver must just it rough
right in her vagina, blood

Flies up, thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh
Music,
Enthusi', instead of
Goal is to get a floozie inside the

And have a loosie, goosey as is with an Uzi

But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce
Glued me be, I'm truTV, too PG
I'm Schoolly D, spoony, G

No diss there, notice there are no similarities that we share
the fact we breathe air
Happily married, to rap and I'm glad that we
The and patched it up
Now I'm back to up my attack
And I'm at your mothafuckin' like...

Chloraseptic,
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with
shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless,

And take a hundred of you, hundred of you
All at like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is
And all at once just to have to chew, somethin' to chew
to chew