Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket of posies
some devil with a keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so
i stood an angel as he told me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the f-ck i be lonely
i get money, these lables tryna clone me
uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and the concrete.
so, i try to em' in my head
it's sad to see when everything you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
doper than the shit that put chris in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, beats, i'm on a camel
i'm way too hot to handle, a beach, i brought my sandals
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a soldier you rockin' cammo
young rambo, hundred fans though
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, like i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, channels free
i'm gunna f-ckin' you
um, imax'n shit
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', that's a
but f-ck bowlin', i could tear a pin of
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in of cameras in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, at dumb hoes who want to much dough
and come close to you straight trippin' when you jump rope
don't rock the boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me the fog
these rappers who be hatin' probably to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, money, livin' comfortable
i know a couple who model, but they ugly though
a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' oath
god made the world, why did man make the
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and make a
i take a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, we'll shoot up all you
i'm from pittsburgh, black and gold
if my skin gets filled up, i'mma tat my
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred thousand writin' bout my jams
want a number one independent i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and you all right where you stand