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 with a pitchfork keep like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so
i stood before an angel as he told me the glory
put me in a room of people, how the f-ck i be lonely
i get money, these lables tryna clone me
uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the 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 in peace to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see mic is like my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, and cash, you softer 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, a beach, i brought my sandals
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you a soldier cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, million fans though
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, look like i rock
you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, your free
i'm gunna f-ckin' 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', that's a
but f-ck bowlin', i tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, it's damagin'
to be in front of cameras in your with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb hoes who to much dough
and come to have you straight trippin' when you jump rope
don't rock the love boat, business f-ckin' cut throat
and gunna crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
these rappers who be probably need to get a job
see, me i'm my squad, gettin' money, livin' comfortable
i a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
f-ck a toast, is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god made the world, why did man make the
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and make a
i could take a photo, but i'd rather 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, i'mma tat my
runnin' out of paper, writin' on my
hundred haters writin' bout my jams
want a one independent album? i'm your man
i'mma hit and leave you all right where you stand