Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City

Yeah! Sourmilk,
L.A.
(Buzzin' on the ho!)

Alabama rich, I'm rich
records
Ghetto Vision, hello kids I'm in, this bitch hits
Big camera and, fuck around I leave your momma with a lit
of candles lit, happy birthday me
Radioactive is a magnet for treats
New house, fresh
It's like all my opponents saw me and let's lose
move!
Is it me? or the "let's choose"
Cause' I'm teaching the class, you mothafuckas slept
So even the haters instigating my students
But a couple of that I won't say yes too
Like Mr dobalina Mr bob can I sick em for ya Bob?
Can I pick ya chrome nina up, and pick off for ya afar with the beamer?
Cause I seen him, he's a fault, a real cob cleaner
I shoulda been loose but I to be an o-bama-nator
You on me and you probably an o-bama-hater
Laugh at you chronic players, sit with a sonic laser, and shoot you from Pluto with a soup bowl full of
Niggas can still see in the shot, cause I'm a power
Shower these cowards without a of my power
And take ya bitch without a shower til I'm sour til hours later, she still back lying about the one that her momma gave her. (ugh!)
knows I'm a loose cannon, with a wick the size of a fuckin toothpick, better back up quick and assume the damage
What I gave this is like a treat for a chief example
That I got a way with tracks, a Chinese scandal
away from the bicycle, tricyles fit you better
Pick another cypher, better yet pick up rifle, and do ya self a
And ya self midget hoe!
And do it to a river so nobody gotta dig a hole.