Luyện nghe bài hát Killshot

You like a bitch, bitch
the fuck up!
When your fans become your
You
beard's weird

You yellin' at the mic, weird beard
We doin' once
You at the mic, your beard's weird
Why you at the mic? (Illa)

Rihanna just hit me on a
Last I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just me? I'm perplexed
me in a line, compliment me on the next
Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart
Was watchin' 8 on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot to you back
Here's that autograph for daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap

Stan, Stan, son
Listen, man, Dad mad
But how you gonna name after a damn gun and have a man-bun?
The giant's woke, open, undeniable
smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you me
I say one to Interscope and you're Swayze
Your reply got the yelling, "Woo!"
So before you die let's see who can who
With your corny ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly, ooh
But I'm 45 and I'm outselling you
By 29, I had three albums had blew
Now let's talk somethin' I don't really do

Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin'
But you're a fuckin' mole
Now I'ma a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, lead (brrt)
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold (hold up)
Are you eating cereal or
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? or Cheerios?
'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading
...Dictionary...

"Yo, Slim, last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, that was albums ago
What do you know?
Know your facts you come at me, lil' goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough in '02
To it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you're the wack me, it's but so true
I'd rather be 80-year-old me than you

'Til I'm old age
Still can fill a page with a 10-year-old's rage
Got more fans than you in your own city, kiddy, go play
Feel I'm babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay so you spent whole day
Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own
Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy
You ain't never a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they'll be your name
Next to Ja, to Benzino—die, motherfucker!
Like the last motherfucker sayin' in vain
Alien brain, you (yeah)

My biggest are your greatest hits
The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the
So before I slay bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Bein' rich-shamed by some usin' my name for clickbait
In a of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I cock back, aim
Yeah, bitch, pop to this! (pop)
It's moment
This is it, as big as gonna get, so enjoy it
Had to you a career to destroy it

Lethal
Go to sleep six feet deep, give you a B for the effort
But if I was
You'd up to me, and for the record
You would a dick to fuckin' be me for a second
Lick a to get on my channel
Give life to be as solidified
This mothafuckin' is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
So what good is a fuckin' machine gun it's out of ammo?

Had enough of this mumble rapper
How the can him and I battle?
He'll have to Kim in my flannel
I'll him my sandals
'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady he's gon' to live in my shadow
Exhausting, off on my offspring
a gun barrel, bitch, get off me!
You dance it like a sombrero, we can all see
fuckin' salty
'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of

red sweater, your black leather
You better, I rap better
That a death or a love letter?
Little white
it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick
Thanks for me
Now I had an on the mic to write "Not Alike"
But really, I don't who's in the right
But you're losin' the you picked

Who want it? Kells — attempt fails! Budden — L's!
Fuckin' nails in coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Killshot, I not fail, I'm with the Doc still
But this boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills
But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day admits
he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah!
I'm of you bein' wack
And still usin' mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
So let's talk about it (let's talk it)

I'm sick of your rap mouth
Need to get the up out it
Before we can even about it (talk about it)
I'm of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you in the mirror and think
That you're Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
Don't mean you are, and you're not it
So just leave my dick in mouth and keep my daughter out it

You fuckin'... oh
And I'm playin', Diddy
You know I you