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 keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my dome piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals so weak
i stood before an angel as he told me 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 em' in my head
it's sad to see when everything you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that and pass
is good sometimes, but it just doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see mic is like my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, venom and
doper the shit 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 my sandals
haha, you want a war ? i got a lot of
you ain't a soldier you rockin' cammo
rambo, hundred million fans though
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, look i rock candles
you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your channels
i'm f-ckin' 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 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 dumb who want to much dough
and close to have you straight trippin' when you jump rope
rock the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and gunna crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled with blunt smoke, me through 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 couple hoes who model, but ugly though
f-ck a toast, is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god the world, why did man make the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and a hitler?
i could a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, we'll up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's black and
if my gets filled up, i'mma tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, writin' on my
hundred haters writin' bout my jams
want a number one independent album? i'm man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right you stand