Luyện nghe bài hát Have 2

1]
These rappers saying lines I never
They faker than them letter Solar be claiming that Guru wrote
I wanna they throat and go berserk and stab kids
I'm underground and don't give a fuck who Black is
these knuckles straight across your glass chin
I will Manute Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a long
The monster that's sinister as a witches cackling
H1N1 off my but there is no vaccine
I'm brash and nocturnal and like a whores journal
So I don't gotta rhyme I'm turning purple to merk and serve you
I get checks than my ese homie Stermal
When I clear you out early like a Jonas Brother's
You try to sue the
Couldn't be saved by tubes
Jesus wearing a that saying "What Would Chino Do?"
I'm here to seal your
XL is a
You will see me coming like a camouflage condom
The true villain, never killing
My haters are just big fans, should be spinning on my ceiling
But Chino got ammo for every that's hated him
And a trigger finger that's twitching Mohammad Ali's brainstem

I don't wanna you but I will if I have too {X4}

2]
It's uncanny how are ready to end me
I deserve Emmys and Grammys and of pennies
And these pretty Chevy's on
like they're on anabolics
Making cry like babies when they got the colic
These artists be me bad
If imitation is the form of flattery
Than my raps should be as flat as Paris ass
I'm trying to bring light skin
But El Debarge can't keep his path out of
The Rican spic been sicker than Auswitch
Since Ark was just a pile of woodchips
You think you're till the savages double barrellers
Outside your house and it's singing like carollers
I till I'm raspy
I'm sicker Raz-B
When Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit it's fucking
You softer than Avril Levine shooting at the king
The madder rapper that'll shatter your bladder matter and
It's an animal and on your grave I will dance on
Your CD will not go double tampoon

3]
Yo
They try to my energy, it ain't meant to be
Consider me Hannibal Lecter giving out food
ass kicked and your path to the casket choosed
Bastards rubbing me the wrong way a bad masseuse
Ricanstruction ain't an album it's a murder
Sit and turn the skeleton key into the ignition
hands in a senance realize that the table's risen
In an industry that's frail and fucking calcium
Thank Heaven that the visionary Pen has back arisen
Fucking every beat that I'm given in missionary
My rhymes not written for fame or to get rich
But therapeutically put my childhood in the chair and hit the switch