Luyện nghe bài hát Built for This

It's time to the rookies from vets
Pussies from threats, truth lies
Supplies from dealers and
I'm feelin' this, I'm and ruthless
unmatched, undisputed, some assuming
My to rep these streets

I'm built for this, the will is too
Feeling's numb dealing too long
It's real ya friends when you on
My pen is visual, I'm real, men are
I the tension growing, you hold a grudge
A 45 with infra no love
Hungry my ribs are showin', as if you didn't notice
I spit the potent, uncut, raw, my is pure ferocious
Like a shark, I tear you open, cut you blood in my
My pen it ghost people, like dope

I rhyme there's no equal
The flow freeze you, like medusa stair, I'm so lethal
Obviously, I'm a vill, odds against me
Like Rasheed Wallace, hard to stick me
I'm built for this, in the street, I'm powerful if shit dirty
30-30 clips will shower, you exist 'cause I allow you to
I conquered you, I kinda you was weak, I can see how cowards do
I write epic facing a scholar, question my life
My essence is gettin' money, my aura like

On the mic I'm relentlence, the perfection
Ya new for pure, uncut raw, what
I caught a rush ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki
Or a satisfy my every need
I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller me
smile at my face, yet they still against me

I doubt the fake, sleep or deny death for waste
Or conversate in the presence of
When and where and time I'm measuring
You destined to think or where does he get paper
Son, we extinct
I realized that when buried Spank, the will perish ya life
Conceal my rhyme skill is excellent

M for the man, E
G get money, A all my niggas up
I'm for this, for real it's in me
Like RK, I make you feel the big
The illest is me, the drug dealer empties
I conceal on these streets that to uphold the kiss of
Tryin' to deal ki's and snort blow, you replace me

I live the rhyme I visualize, you ain't real I see it in ya
I spit nines, weigh on scales thats digitalized
The I live and die, the streets I epitomize, the trife life
I rock jewels ice, verbally I bruise mics
Mega it I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed out
Give me a pen and a nigga zone out
I believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth