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 with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals so weak
i stood before an angel as he told me bout the
put me in a of people, how the f-ck could i be lonely
i get money, these lables tryna clone me
uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and the concrete.
so, i try to keep em' in my
it's sad to see when 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 this mic is like my bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bath
sucka ass mothafucka, venom and
doper than the shit that put chris tucker in dead
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 soldier cause you cammo
rambo, hundred million fans though
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, look like i candles
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your free
i'm gunna f-ckin' you
um, shit motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start with ambien
i'm smokin', that's a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in front of cameras in your with marilyn
monroe, at dumb hoes who want to much dough
and come to have you straight trippin' when you jump rope
don't rock the boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me the fog
these rappers who be hatin' probably to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, livin'
i a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under
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 paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, we'll up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's black and
if my skin gets up, i'mma tat my soul
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred thousand writin' bout my jams
want a number one independent album? i'm man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right you stand