Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic

nature,
to bring the anguish (yeah) to the language
With this ink, you get wrote on like a piece of paper
This rap shit got me travelin'
to place, you barely leave your
'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, stationary
Yeah, that's why I brainstorm, gotta write it out
Cowell's rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook
Why your notebook got tied around your throat
it your mouth, go "HRUHHH"

That's what it's like the mic is out
'Cause I'm at your fleshful dead
'Til larynx and neck are split
these lyrics, weapons expert with
Like extensions, extra clips
And you're scared to death of it
Bitch, you're starin' at a legend
In a pair of Sketchers, sweatshirt
And hoodie black, be strapped to a chair or stretcher
Electric, swear on every record,
Finger so high in the air, I bet your flip
Like a barometric pressure
Carin' less who I offend this
I'm at your neck like Pez

Go 'head, spit flow, bitch...

I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with

This shit I wrote is on some shit, next shit
I'm at throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah

And take a hundred of you, hundred of you
All at once I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?

My appetite for destruction is loose, is loose
And all at once just to somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew
Somethin' to

Yeah, uh
And still conjoined at the hip hop
on point and poignant
Skilled as is
And it's and still no filter, boy
I'll put you in your (yeah) like a realtor, boy
You still in the buldin', boy
I will destroy shit, even as I it
Get the bit, pen is filled with poison
Which is the source, to still pinpoint it
Like what? Like a real joint, it
Comes on Quilted Northern
And In a built-in toilet
Yeah, I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof)

I heal with ointment
Way I'm kickin' fairies tails
Should write a storybook (yeah)
Million voices in my head, but still get a bit of thrill
And some real
Off what? Off the feel of in
Like your bitch when she gives me brain
Like she thinks I'm

Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to come
'Til I feel

She iller noises

When she's with me, must be the Windy City
Pretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. blowin' me

'Cause Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo!
Dick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue Kolonopins
Would I go there, you wouldn't?
Well, I have a few views, and comment on you

not YouTube, 'cause...

I'm at your throat chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with
shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless,

a has-been
That has been the case since when
You last and threw your hat in the race
You've trash
Stick your in the trash bin
Or end up in my next
You're a fuckboy, so time
gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant
With a against Rex Ryan, yeah!

Now me set it like correct time
All you get is seconds like a Timex time
I clock rejects the next line
Talkin' reckless, that is my
suit, but you can get my
Columbian tie
Prostitute just in the Humvee and lets ride
Why you at night?
I put an end to life (sex crime)
aside, insidious vibe
Girl, you know you got the prettiest
But all you're getting is
Ending your life to try to get you
Then we gon' end up spending the
And I'm skinning your like an Indian tribe

What kind of nut a Budweiser truck
a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her

Up, up, cuts, slices her twice
But the muff diver must just it rough
Fuck right in her vagina,

Flies up, under thighs, ugh, a gyser, uh
Music,
Enthusi', of roofie
Goal is to get a inside the jacuzzi

And have a loosie, goosey as coozie is an Uzi

But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Springsteen
Glued me be, I'm truTV, too PG
I'm Schoolly D, spoony, G

No diss there, just notice there are no similarities that we
the fact we breathe air
Happily married, to rap and I'm glad we buried
The hatchet and it up
Now I'm back to up my attack
And I'm at your mothafuckin' like...

Chloraseptic,
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, shit
I'm at your throat, I'm reckless, reckless, yeah

And take a hundred of you, hundred of you
All at like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?
My appetite for is loose, destruction is loose
And all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to
to chew