Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket of posies
some devil a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals so weak
i stood before an as he told me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the 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 keep em' in my
it's sad to see when everything that you is dead
word to d, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just last
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, venom and
than the shit that 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 my sandals
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you a soldier cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, hundred million though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look like i rock
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, your free
i'm gunna kill you
um, shit motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to gambilin' with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', a strike
but bowlin', i could tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, it's damagin'
to be in front of in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to much
and come close to have you straight 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 with one coat
rooms filled blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
these rappers who be hatin' need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, money, livin' comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but ugly though
f-ck a toast, y'all is broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you 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 paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's black and
if my skin gets filled up, tat my soul
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred haters writin' bout my jams
want a one independent album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right where you