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 pitchfork keep talkin' like he me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my dome piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the seem so weak
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 everything that you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, venom and
doper than the that put chris tucker 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 cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, million fans though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look like i candles
you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your free
i'm gunna f-ckin' you
um, imax'n motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', a strike
but bowlin', i could tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in front of cameras in underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at hoes who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight when you jump rope
don't rock the boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just the wall with one coat
rooms filled blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
these who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, livin'
i know a couple hoes who model, but ugly though
f-ck a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya
judgin' me is dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god made the world, why did man make the
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and make a
i could take a photo, but i'd rather a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's black and
if my skin gets up, i'mma tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, on my hand
thousand haters writin' bout my jams
want a number one album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right you stand