Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, dedicated too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket of posies
some devil with a pitchfork keep like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the seem so weak
i stood before an angel as he me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the could i be lonely
i get money, these 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 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 of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
doper 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 ain't a soldier cause you cammo
young rambo, hundred million though
and i do it big, you a ipod
on wax, look like i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, channels free
i'm gunna f-ckin' you
um, imax'n motherf-cker
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 tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in front of cameras in your underwear marilyn
monroe, look at hoes who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' you jump rope
don't the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you paint the wall with one coat
rooms with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
these rappers who be hatin' need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but ugly though
f-ck a toast, is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under
god made the world, why did man the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and make a
i take a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, shoot up all you hipsters
i'm pittsburgh, that's black and gold
if my skin gets filled up, tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, on my hand
thousand haters writin' bout my jams
want a number one independent i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all where you stand