Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm the tabernacle
It's the return of the snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my woman you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at Adam's Apple
up in the candy car eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a candy
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their
All of these stones on my "uh"
They must have at Medusa
Rasputia of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked some before
I had a before
This is the sin
This is the murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than an
Big body when I'm in
Ladi-dadi, got a of bodies, n---a
Faking, nigga, trafficking "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this a accident
like Ak-ron
I run the trap
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came with a wheel "g-----n"
day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of my sons, aww, look at little JR
same color Kate Moss, ugh
I'm wrist in the pot
I'm this and you not
I'm talking and you not
I'm straight up and down
N---a, 6 o'clock
is the equinox, this what the people want
Somebody at the door, I heard the knock, uh

I'm at throat like chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex

s--t I wrote is on some next s--t, next s--t

I'm at your throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless,

Do me a favor, don't do me no
These b-----s got
They all smoke but ain't doing no labor
But they shopping at (?), stinging like tasers
Act like they play for the Lakers
fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be that yayo
If you take home that nigga
Swagger on 10 a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up whip like it's
Every is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your like I'm Ayo
Out of this world, talking
(?), don't be an
'Cause I got that shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you paid no dues
Real nigga, you break no rules
High school, n----s ate your
dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with these Dre "yeah"
Or I might go "yeah"
These niggas too lazy
ever, ever, ever try to play me

Lil' now coming from B.K

But I'm come up like Jay Z
Nothing but love my heart

I feel to titles

it, man, I want the title

My is

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic,

And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with
This s--t I is on some next s--t, next s--t
I'm at your throat, I'm reckless, reckless, yeah

Ben Ladin with a pen, body it
I begin slaughtering your men, prolly shoulda
Ali of the spin, embodiment of sin
a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the lobby of the
With an obvious
And I will not even relent up on a
Osama with a rhyme under the bin

And down the of the Pentagon
And hit a kindergartener a rental, stop!
and forth, back and forth

Like Jack a-s in court
Rap mature, why you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always smack a w---e?
It's the psychiatric ward's a last resort

gotta give, that's for sure

Yet you keep coming for more
Not as raw as I was, "Walk on Water"
Bitch, suck my

Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit you heard it
So you formed verdict
While you sat your arms crossed

Did your reaction videos and talked over songs

Nah, dog, y'all saying I lost it, your fucking marbles are
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the

Braings a powder cake, I draw out of hate
Real pain in the paper, I don't
But if I look strange and out of
'cause I'm an alien,
that's why I write 'til the page is outta space,

7 Mile in Novara
To "how can I be down?" all of us tryna pile in the car,

We for the stars, yeah
'Cause we only got so much in this world, yeah
So rewind it to your school dance
To the before

If you think promised tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm 'bout to again
tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
A lunatic, a human computer chip
And I'm soon to stick a in the uterus

Of your chick
If I was you I do nothing stupid due to the mood I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed like a Mint
me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super in it
How many fucking rappers did I go
I spelled out and you won't I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound like everything else
I don't get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fans and sales down
But the only way I is if I let myself down
But what the fuck have I to?
to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools
I you still want me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old gonna spill out open
Fire on your whole camp with this I wrote you
So chill out, no you couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I a stand with a tan face
And practically cut my
fan in half and still outsold you
You just my shit trash
Thank God, I rap better the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I don't the "Zombie" track
Or when talking that garbage like hotter crap
Where's your content at? What's with all the rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani "yeah"
I added to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then launch it at 'em
Idiotic the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking like chloraseptic