Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic

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

what it's like when the mic is out
'Cause I'm tearin' at your dead
'Til your larynx and neck are
With these lyrics, weapons with
hair extensions, extra clips
And you're scared to effin' of it
Bitch, you're at a legend that
In a pair of Sketchers, ripped
And black, should be strapped to a chair or stretcher
Electric, swear on every record,
Finger so in the air, I bet your senses flip
Like a barometric pressure
Carin' less who I offend with
I'm at your like Pez dispense

Go 'head, your flow, bitch...

I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic

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

shit I wrote is on some next 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, destruction is
And all at just to have 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 filled and 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 drill bit, pen is filled poison
Which is the source, to still pinpoint it
Like what? a real thin joint, it
What? Comes on Northern
And what? In a toilet
Yeah, I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof)

I wouldn't heal with
Way I'm these fairies tails
write a children's storybook (yeah)
Million voices in my head, but still get a little bit of
And real enjoyment
Off Off the feel of going in
Like? Like your bitch she gives me brain
she thinks I'm dumb

Grabs the crown of my and blows me to kingdom come
'Til I anointed

She makes noises

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

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

not YouTube, 'cause...

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

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

Now watch me set it like correct
All you get is sloppy like a Timex time
I clock rejects into the next
Talkin' reckless, is just my
suit, but you can get my
Columbian tie
Prostitute just climb in the and lets ride
Why you at night?
I put an end to your (sex crime)
Kidding aside, vibe
Girl, you know you got the eyes
But all you're getting is
Ending your to try to get you inside
Then we end up spending the night
And I'm skinning your hide like an tribe

What of nut drives a Budweiser truck
Finds a slut, tries to her, cuffs, ties her

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

Flies up, thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh
Music,
Enthusi', instead of
Goal is to get a floozie inside the

And have a loosie, goosey as coozie is an Uzi

But I am to rap what blue mean to Bruce Springsteen
me be, I'm truTV, you're too PG
I'm D, you're spoony, G

No diss there, just there are no similarities that we share
Besides the fact we 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 throat like...

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

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