Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this 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 hyperactive dome
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the seem so weak
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, these lables tryna me
uh, my get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
so, i try to keep em' in my
it's sad to see everything that you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
doper than the shit that put chris in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, beats, i'm on a camel
i'm way too hot to handle, a beach, i brought my sandals
haha, you want a war ? i got a lot of
you a soldier cause you rockin' cammo
rambo, hundred million fans though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look like i rock
yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, your free
i'm f-ckin' kill you
um, imax'n shit
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start with ambien
i'm smokin', that's a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could tear a pin of
see, i'm american, apparently damagin'
to be in front of cameras in your underwear marilyn
monroe, look at hoes who want to much dough
and come to have you straight trippin' when you jump rope
don't the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just paint the wall one coat
rooms with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
rappers who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, livin'
i know a couple hoes who model, but ugly though
f-ck a toast, y'all is broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is dope, boy you lyin' under 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, shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, black and gold
if my gets filled up, i'mma tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, writin' on my
hundred thousand writin' bout my jams
want a one independent album? i'm your man
hit preme and leave you all right where you stand