Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitman

Call me the hitman, it's hard, ain't it?
What most feared to become in the game, we it
So I painted a masterpiece of an tainted
It's not a lip of grass, so graphic, frame it
The hitman, say it again, the
The hitman, uh, say it again, say, say it

Some people say I'm extreme, broadcast a beam through a meme
Screaming as Jimmy Iovine, as corrupt as Don
Boxed into the ghetto, so be with the bling
Industry's the arena, the internet is the
You train audible Queens, to sling music to
Def Jam, supreme team, the same thing
Except more critical now, it's cocaine
The goal to control individual brain
Like, Cadillacs for contracts in the
Now it's rap 'til you sixty, for 360
The trick, switch the degrees the three sixes
Artists are left zero, you know who received the riches
is the reason why there's only a few moguls
Globally, the are left in a chokehold
Enough to make the individual go
Watching these old get fucked for they vocals

If you are not performing fellatio for radio
the ratio for radio play at your station?
If your not paying to play, the record is
Puts a whole new spin on radio
They got a thousand plays a and we selling the same units (uh)
Put they best rep up, they couldn't next to it (woo)
People wanna relate, wanna connect to it
Here's a check, is this enough for you to flex to it, huh?
Or do you need clues?
I be more black? Will that change your view?
Should I die my blonde? Should my eyes be blue? (come on)
Just a of questions I mustered up for you (uh)
But these eleven and half shoes, you fill those
I made head lines/headlines like pillows
And probably get banned from and marketing
music industry politics, provoking it

The hit (*gunshot*), man, kinda hard
Let's release sex tapes, so we can stars
photographs of titties and asses
Increase our buzz, the masses (uh)
I thought she was supposed to be so
Now you just another ass in the air with an
Cell phone songs, you will never be
You sold your soul, they call that
B, why does it have to be so
Chemical peel, makes the song more plastic
Follow the man, stick to the clap-tics
to eighteen, you know the demographics
These kids want popcorn, they want
Probably the goes tisket, tasket
But I'm not willing to risk it and it (come on)
This might take a couple of listens for you to it
The hit (*gunshot, drops*)