Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, dedicated 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 dome piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so
i stood an angel as he told me bout the glory
put me in a of people, how the f-ck could i be lonely
i only get money, lables tryna clone me
uh, my get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
so, i try to em' in my head
it's sad to see when everything that you is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that come and
life is sometimes, but it just doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see mic is like my punchin' bag
n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
doper than the shit put chris tucker in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, i'm on a
i'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, i brought my
haha, you want a war ? i got a lot of
you ain't a soldier you rockin' cammo
young rambo, hundred million though
and i do it big, you a ipod
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, your channels
i'm gunna kill you
um, imax'n motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could tear a pin of
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in front of cameras in your with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to dough
and come close to you straight trippin' when you jump rope
don't rock the boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled with smoke, peep me through the fog
these rappers who be probably need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, money, livin' comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but they though
a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' oath
god made the world, why did man make the
and if he lennon, why'd he go and make a hitler?
i could take a photo, but i'd rather paint a
of the one lawrence fishburne, we'll up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's black and
if my gets filled up, i'mma tat my soul
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred thousand writin' bout my jams
want a number one independent i'm your man
i'mma hit and leave you all right where you stand