Luyện nghe bài hát Desperado

(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, dedicated too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a full of posies
devil with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome
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 f-ck 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 em' in my head
it's sad to see when everything that you is dead
to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just last
a of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you than a bubble bath
ass mothafucka, muthafucka's venom and
doper than the that put chris tucker in dead presidents
rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, i'm on a camel
i'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, i brought my
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, hundred million fans
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look like i rock
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your channels
i'm f-ckin' kill you
um, imax'n motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start gambilin' with
i'm smokin', that's a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently damagin'
to be in of cameras in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' when you rope
don't rock the love boat, this business cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just the wall with one coat
rooms filled blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
these who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm my squad, gettin' money, livin' comfortable
i know a couple who model, but they ugly though
a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you under oath
god the world, why did man make the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and a hitler?
i take a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's and gold
if my skin gets filled up, i'mma tat my
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred haters writin' bout my jams
a number one independent album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all where you stand