Luyện nghe bài hát Scratch That

[Verse 1 -
Uh, I heard there was a funeral for
I'm that I'm livin, some of y'all is doomed
Talkin death, I'd be honored to
Death of DJs yellin all the tunes
Thought he was the man but boy a coon
And I'm so street smart call me "Harvard Goon"
Mixtape Messiah 8 is what assume
But scratch that, better take cover, the boom! (yeah)

Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but (why?)
Get punished for the crime, have 'em still on my
I'm so Pharreal this thing on my hip (yep)
Pusha and a Malice, yeah I got me two (Clipse)
Lookin for some trouble, you can have your wish
I'd take your house, your kitchen on bricks (woo!)
No banana in the Miss (nah)
Pullin my money and never no splits
what you mean, I could be a slave master
Hundred for the Benz but the is way faster
(College) dropout like I heard Asher
I don't need your opinion if I ask ya
'em remember they asthma
Ladies to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)
Chill out, what ya from the drop for?
Lookin for some ice baby, to Alaska
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just tryin to stacks (yep)
Tryin to mine, I'm a tell the chick tax (yep)
Million dollar mack, have mama on her back
Tap Tap for Revenge the iPhone app (ha)
King of mixtapes, let 'em that that's fact
I'm fittin to run rap, mess and get lapped (lapped)
Round of for ya if I get jacked
I bet ya claps comin out the kid's strap (woo!)
they see me, they just call me "hachoo"
'Cause verse sick enough to give ya that flu (flu)
Every stack I'm pickin up as Ragu
I'm up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, that's you?"
True, I want my clout to last
And they say that money talks, so I'm fast (fast)
Promise my vault is like
Ya break in, you're never gonna make it out cash
get money out of Pamela Anderson (what?)
And her son, I'm the man funds (funds)
Give me account, let me manage one
I'm a clean it out until the damage done
Let me be (yeah), no antenna
Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man
Pull up outside on some big chrome
Hop out just to show you how quick I can get