Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket full of
some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin' he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so
i stood an angel as he told me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the could i be lonely
i only get money, these 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
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my bag
rock n' roll, and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
doper than the shit that put tucker in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, i'm on a
i'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, i brought my
haha, you want a war ? i got a lot of
you ain't a soldier cause you cammo
young rambo, million fans though
and i do it big, you a ipod
on wax, look like i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for that
hahaha, channels free
i'm f-ckin' kill you
um, shit motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start gambilin' ambien
i'm dutch smokin', that's a
but f-ck bowlin', i could a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, it's damagin'
to be in front of cameras in your underwear marilyn
monroe, at dumb hoes who want to much dough
and come close to you straight trippin' when you jump rope
don't rock the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut
and it's gunna crack is you just the wall with one coat
rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me the fog
these rappers who be probably need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but they though
f-ck a toast, is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' oath
god made the world, why did man the scriptures?
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 from pittsburgh, that's and gold
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 and leave you all right where you stand