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 devil with a pitchfork keep like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my dome piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so
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 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 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, muthafucka's and
doper than the shit that put chris in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, beats, i'm on a camel
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 cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, hundred million though
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, look i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, your free
i'm gunna f-ckin' you
um, shit motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm to start gambilin' with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', that's a
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 with marilyn
monroe, look at hoes who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' when you jump
don't the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just paint the with one coat
rooms filled with smoke, peep me through the fog
these rappers who be hatin' 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
me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god made the world, why did man make the
and if he lennon, why'd he go and make a hitler?
i take a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, we'll shoot up all you
i'm from pittsburgh, that's and gold
if my gets filled up, i'mma tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, on my hand
hundred thousand haters bout my jams
a number one independent album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and you all right where you stand