Luyện nghe bài hát Scratch That

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

Gotta kill it like Michael, not but Vick (why?)
Get for the crime, have 'em still on my dick
I'm so with this thing on my hip (yep)
and a Malice, yeah I got me two Clipse (Clipse)
Lookin for some trouble, you can your first wish
I'd take your house, have your kitchen on (woo!)
No in the tailpipe Miss (nah)
my money and it's never no splits
Whips what you mean, I be a slave master
for the Benz but the 'lac is way faster
(College) dropout like I never Asher
I need your opinion if I ain't ask ya
Make 'em they asthma
Ladies want to practice, I make 'em tackle (tackle)
Chill out, what ya hidin the drop for?
Lookin for ice baby, welcome to Alaska
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm tryin to kiss stacks (yep)
Tryin to date mine, I'm a the chick tax (yep)
dollar mack, have your mama on her back
Tap Tap for like the iPhone app (ha)
of mixtapes, let 'em know that that's fact
I'm to run rap, mess around and get lapped (lapped)
Round of for ya if I get jacked
I bet ya hear claps comin out the strap (woo!)
they see me, they just call me "hachoo"
'Cause every verse sick enough to ya that flu (flu)
Every stack I'm pickin up as Ragu
I'm pullin up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, you?"
True, I just want my clout to
And they say money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)
my vault is like Alcatraz
Ya in, you're never gonna make it out with cash
Could get money out of Pamela (what?)
And her son, I'm the man funds (funds)
me your account, let me manage one
I'm a clean it out until the damage done
Let me be (yeah), no antenna
thou' stacks, that's a big man dinner
Pull up outside on some big chrome
Hop out just to you how quick I can get scrilla