Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, dedicated too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket full of
some with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the seem so weak
i stood an angel 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 ground and the concrete.
so, i try to keep em' in my
it's sad to see when that you believe is dead
to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
life is sometimes, but it just doesn't last
a of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer a bubble bath
ass mothafucka, muthafucka's venom and
doper than the shit that put chris tucker in presidents
rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, i'm on a camel
i'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, i brought my
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a soldier you rockin' cammo
young rambo, hundred million fans
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look 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 f-ckin' kill you
um, imax'n shit
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', that's a
but bowlin', i could tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently damagin'
to be in front of cameras in your underwear with
monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to much
and close to have you straight trippin' when you jump rope
don't rock the love boat, this f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just the wall with one coat
rooms filled blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
these rappers who be hatin' need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, comfortable
i a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
f-ck a toast, y'all is broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god made the world, why did man the scriptures?
and if he lennon, why'd 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 pittsburgh, that's black and gold
if my gets filled up, i'mma tat my soul
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred thousand haters writin' bout my
want a number one independent i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and you all right where you stand