Luyện nghe bài hát Scratch That

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

Gotta it like Michael, not Jackson but Vick (why?)
Get punished for the crime, have 'em still on my
I'm so Pharreal this thing on my hip (yep)
and a Malice, yeah I got me two Clipse (Clipse)
Lookin for trouble, you can have your first wish
I'd take your house, have kitchen on bricks (woo!)
No in the tailpipe Miss (nah)
Pullin my money and it's no splits
what you mean, I could be a slave master
Hundred for the Benz but the 'lac is way
(College) like I never heard Asher
I need your opinion if I ain't ask ya
Make 'em they asthma
want to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)
Chill out, what ya hidin from the for?
Lookin for some ice baby, welcome to
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm tryin to kiss stacks (yep)
to date mine, I'm a tell the chick tax (yep)
Million dollar mack, your mama on her back
Tap Tap for Revenge like the app (ha)
King of mixtapes, let 'em know that fact
I'm fittin to run rap, mess around and get (lapped)
of applause for ya if I get jacked
I bet ya hear claps out the kid's strap (woo!)
Everytime they see me, just call me "hachoo"
'Cause verse sick enough to give ya that flu (flu)
Every stack I'm up thick as Ragu
I'm up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, that's you?"
True, I just want my clout to
And say that money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)
Promise my is like Alcatraz
Ya in, you're never gonna make it out with 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 gon' it out until the damage done
Let me be clear (yeah), no
Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man
Pull up outside on some big chrome
Hop out to show you how quick I can get scrilla