Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
'em to church, I'm talking the tabernacle
It's the of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my woman you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Adam's
Pull up in the car eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at Cruiser
All of these stones on my "uh"
They must have at Medusa
Rasputia of course
I drove some rims to court, I some twins before
I had a Benz
This is the sin
This is the murder murder, the burner, Em
Your money shorter an acronym
Big when I'm backing in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies,
Faking, nigga, human "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this a accident
King Ak-ron
I run the again
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland came with a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the car
Most of y'all my sons, aww, at little JR
F-12 same color Moss, ugh
I'm wrist in the pot
I'm talking and you not
I'm talking and you not
I'm talking up and down
N---a, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this what the people
Somebody at the door, I heard the knock, uh

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

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

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

Do me a favor, don't do me no
b-----s got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain't no labor
But they shopping at (?), stinging like tasers
Act Hollywood like they play for the
They fly on the
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
chicken, lobster, potatoes
You be sniffing that yayo
If you don't take that nigga
Swagger on 10 a day old
It's though, whipping up whip like it's mayo
track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your head I'm Ayo
Out of this world, talking
(?), be an a-hole
'Cause I got shooters shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain't break no
High school, ate your food
Might dumb it down a little, but I no fool
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
'em off with these Dre Beats "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 tryna up like Jay Z
Nothing but from my heart

I feel entitled to

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 wrote is on some s--t, next s--t
I'm at throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless, yeah

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

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

Like Kevorkian's a-s in court
Rap mature, why can't you be like Macklemore?
Why you always gotta a w---e?
It's likely the ward's a last resort

Something's give, that's for sure

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

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

Did your little reaction and talked over songs

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

Braings a cake, I draw inspiration out of hate
Real in the paper, I don't trace
But if I strange and out of place
It's I'm an alien,
that's why I write 'til the is outta space, yeah

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

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

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

Of your Hooter's
If I was you I wouldn't do 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 and put super glue in it
How fucking rappers did I go through?
I spelled out and you won't I smoked
And you was smell bound, bound in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound everything else out?
'Cause I don't get to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and down
But the only way I care is if I let myself
But what the have I awoke to?
Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro
I know you still me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's spill out open
Fire on your whole camp with this I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me the shit I wrote you
I took a stand with a tan face
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in half and outsold you
You just called my trash
God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I like the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking that garbage like crap
Where's content at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just added to the in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then launch it at 'em
from the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, be back
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking throat chloraseptic