Luyện nghe bài hát Chloraseptic (Remix)

2 Chainz, yeah,
Take 'em to church, I'm talking the
It's the return of the snatcher
Walk in the spot, my woman smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at Adam's Apple
Pull up in the candy car eating a bar
And my girl a candy apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their
All of these on my neck "uh"
They must looked at Medusa
Rasputia of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked some twins
I had a Benz
This is the sin
This is the murder murder, the burner, Em
Your money shorter than an
Big when I'm backing in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies,
Faking, nigga, trafficking "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this ain't a
King Ak-ron
I run the again
You on the "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the car
Most of y'all my sons, aww, look at JR
F-12 same Kate Moss, ugh
I'm talking in the pot
I'm this and you not
I'm bricks and you not
I'm talking up and down
N---a, 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this the people want
Somebody at the door, I the speaker knock, uh

I'm at your throat chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with

s--t I wrote is on some next s--t, next s--t

I'm at your throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless,

Do me a favor, do me no favors
These b-----s got
They all wanna smoke but ain't doing no
But they shopping at (?), they stinging tasers
Act Hollywood they play for the Lakers
They fly on the
(?) alligators, say hi to my
(?) my neighbor, we
That chicken, lobster,
You must be sniffing that
If you take home that nigga
on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up whip like it's
Every is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off head like I'm Ayo
Out of this world, talking
(?), be an a-hole
'Cause I got shooters shoot when I say so, like Lord
be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain't break no
High school, n----s ate your
Might it down a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s every day, B "yeah"
(?) "yeah"
Gotta 'em off these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I go crazy "yeah"
These niggas too g-----n
ever, ever, ever try to play me

Lil' shawty now coming B.K

But I'm come up like Jay Z
Nothing but love from my

I feel to titles

Fuck it, man, I want the

My is

I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with
This s--t I wrote is on some next s--t, next
I'm at your throat, I'm reckless, reckless, yeah

Ben Ladin with a pen, it again
I begin slaughtering your men, prolly been
Ali of the spin, embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the plotting an event
In the lobby of the
With an obvious
And I will not relent up on a little
Like with a rhyme under the bin

And down the middle of the
And hit a kindergartener a rental, stop!
and forth, back and forth

Like Kevorkian's a-s in court
Rap mature, why can't you be like Huh?
Why you always gotta smack a
It's the psychiatric ward's a last resort

Something's gotta give, for sure

Yet you keep coming for more
Not as raw as I was, "Walk on Water"
Bitch, suck my

Y'all saw the and had a fit 'fore you heard it
So you your verdict
you sat with your arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked songs

Nah, dog, y'all saying I lost it, your fucking are gone
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence the same

Braings a powder cake, I inspiration out of hate
Real in the paper, I don't trace
But if I strange and out of place
It's I'm an alien,
that's why I write 'til the page is space, yeah

From 7 Mile in
To "how can I be down?" all of us pile in the car, yeah

We shot for the stars,
we only got so much time in this world, yeah
So it to your high school dance
To the before

If you think you're promised tomorrow,
Now I'm 'bout to fool
This tune is sick, it's luminous, the is lit
A lunatic, a human computer chip
And I'm soon to stick a broom in the

Of Hooter's chick
If I was you I wouldn't do nothing stupid due to the I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed like a Junior
Show me who to rip, time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super in it
How many rappers did I go through?
I out and you won't admit I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound like else out?
I don't get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales
But the only way I care is if I let down
But what the have I awoke to?
to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools
I know you want me to ill out, don't you?
the old Slim's gonna spill out open
Fire on whole camp with this s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand a tan face
And cut my motherfucking
fan base in half and outsold you
You just called my trash
Thank God, I rap better when the are stacked
Revival's wack, I don't like the "Zombie"
Or when he's talking that garbage like hotter
Where's your content at? What's all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani "yeah"
I just added to the in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the fucking sac
To the bodybag, I'll be
And when I am, I'll be at your throat like chloraseptic