Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a full of posies
some devil with a pitchfork talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the seem so weak
i stood before an as he told me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the f-ck i be lonely
i get money, these lables tryna clone me
uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the and crack the concrete.
so, i try to keep em' in my
it's sad to see when that you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and in peace to all that come and pass
is good sometimes, but it just doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, venom and
doper than the shit that put chris in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, beats, i'm on a camel
i'm way too hot to handle, a beach, i brought my sandals
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a soldier you rockin' cammo
young rambo, hundred million though
and i do it big, you a nano
on wax, look like i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, channels free
i'm gunna kill you
um, imax'n shit
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm to start gambilin' with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', that's a
but f-ck bowlin', i could a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in front of cameras in underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' when you jump
don't rock the love boat, this business cut throat
and it's crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me the fog
rappers who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, livin'
i a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
f-ck a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya
me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god made the world, why did man the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, he go and make a hitler?
i could take a photo, but i'd rather a picture
of the one fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's black and
if my skin gets filled up, i'mma tat my
runnin' out of paper, on my hand
hundred thousand writin' bout my jams
a number one independent album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and you all right where you stand