Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, dedicated too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket full of
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 seem so weak
i stood an angel as he told me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the f-ck could i be
i only get money, lables tryna clone me
uh, my get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
so, i try to em' in my head
it's sad to see when everything that you believe is
to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
life is sometimes, but it just 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
ass mothafucka, muthafucka's venom and
doper than the that put chris tucker in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, beats, i'm on a camel
i'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, i brought my
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, million fans though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, your channels
i'm gunna kill you
um, imax'n motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm to start gambilin' with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', a strike
but bowlin', i could tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently it's
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 trippin' you jump rope
rock the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just paint the wall with one
rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me the fog
rappers who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm my squad, gettin' money, livin' comfortable
i know a hoes who model, but they ugly though
f-ck a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' oath
god the world, why did man make the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and a hitler?
i take a photo, but i'd rather 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
runnin' out of paper, on my hand
hundred haters writin' bout my jams
a number one independent album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right you stand