Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

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

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic,
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with

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

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

Do me a favor, don't do me no
These b-----s got
They all wanna but ain't doing no labor
But they shopping at (?), they stinging tasers
Act Hollywood like they for the Lakers
They fly on the
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be that yayo
If you don't take home nigga
on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, 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
(?), don't be an
'Cause I got that shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't no dues
Real nigga, you ain't break no
High school, ate your food
Might dumb it a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
'em off with these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I might go "yeah"
niggas too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, try to play me

Lil' shawty now from B.K

But I'm tryna come up Jay Z
Nothing but from my heart

I feel entitled to

Fuck it, man, I the title

My is

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic,

And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex
s--t I wrote is on some next s--t, next s--t
I'm at your throat, I'm reckless, reckless, yeah

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

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

Like Jack Kevorkian's a-s in
Rap mature, why you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always smack a w---e?
It's the psychiatric 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, suck my

Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you it
So you formed your
you sat with your arms crossed

Did your reaction videos and talked over songs

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

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

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

We for the stars, yeah
'Cause we got so much time in this world, yeah
So rewind it to your high dance
To the night

If you think you're promised tomorrow,
Now I'm 'bout to fool
tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
A freaking lunatic, a human computer
And I'm soon to stick a broom in the

Of Hooter's chick
If I was you I wouldn't do nothing due to the mood I'm in
I'm losing it, you get like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get
the lubricant and put super glue in it
How many rappers did I go through?
I spelled out and you won't I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to like everything else out?
'Cause I don't get compared to it, only now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and down
But the way I care is if I let myself down
But what the have I awoke to?
Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro
I know you still want me to ill out, don't
Hoping the old Slim's gonna out open
Fire on your whole with this s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand with a tan
And practically cut my
fan base in and still outsold you
You just my shit 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 your content at? What's with all the rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé this and that "yeah"
I added to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And I am, I'll be at your fucking throat like chloraseptic