Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Music

[Chorus:
kinda music
Use it and you get in to do
you hear some shit
And you refuse this
some shit
For these kids to their rooms with
refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The of shit
That you don't to ask who produced it
You know
That's the new
The of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people stupid

Artis]
I come to every club intention to do harm
With a arm
And smelling like farm (?)
Hiding tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid Dee Dee Dees to steal his own mom
Kon
Artis a bomb
Strapped to my screaming
"Let's get it on"
A lust that the drank
Drunk driving a
over a bank
Cops see my and
It's
And I'm my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slitting throat
Push a baby carriage the street
Till it's meat
Your mens been
The minute I step foot on street
is fight music!

You know why my hands are so (No)
'cause my grandmother sucked my
And I cum (Oh)
Smacked this whore for crap (Bitch)
So what if she's (What?)
The bitch said couldn't rap