Luyện nghe bài hát Scratch That

[Verse 1 -
Uh, I heard was a funeral for Auto-Tune
I'm glad that I'm livin, of y'all is doomed
Talkin death, I'd be honored to
Death of DJs yellin all the tunes
Thought he was the man but boy a coon
And I'm so street smart they me "Harvard Goon"
Mixtape Messiah 8 is what y'all
But that, better take cover, dodge the boom! (yeah)

Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but (why?)
Get for the crime, have 'em still on my dick
I'm so with this thing on my hip (yep)
Pusha and a Malice, I got me two Clipse (Clipse)
Lookin for some trouble, you can have your first
I'd take your house, have your kitchen on (woo!)
No banana in the tailpipe (nah)
Pullin my money and it's never no
Whips you mean, I could be a slave master
Hundred for the Benz but the 'lac is way
(College) dropout like I never heard
I don't need opinion if I ain't ask ya
Make 'em remember they
want to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)
Chill out, what ya hidin the drop for?
Lookin for some ice baby, to Alaska
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just tryin to stacks (yep)
Tryin to date mine, I'm a tell the tax (yep)
Million dollar mack, have mama on her back
Tap Tap for like the iPhone app (ha)
King of mixtapes, let 'em that that's fact
I'm fittin to run rap, mess around and get (lapped)
of applause for ya if I get jacked
I bet ya hear claps comin out the strap (woo!)
Everytime they see me, they call me "hachoo"
'Cause every verse sick enough to give ya flu (flu)
Every stack I'm pickin up thick as
I'm pullin up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, you?"
True, I just want my to last
And they say money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)
my vault is like Alcatraz
Ya break in, you're never gonna make it out cash
Could get money out of Anderson (what?)
And her son, I'm the man with (funds)
Give me your account, let me one
I'm a gon' clean it out until the done
Let me be (yeah), no antenna
Hundred stacks, that's a big man dinner
up outside on some big chrome spinners
Hop out just to you how quick I can get scrilla