Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Bars

Yeah, thats the beat right
Im about to black out 100 bars
On some shit
So try this at home, yo, yo, yo, yo

My of rhymin' is ancient like Aztecs an' Mayans
Because I recognize its all about
Me an' my freestyle alliance practicin' African Voodoo
In of 20 foot bonfires

Lookin' skyward,
May 5, 2000, the planetsll be in alignment
The arrival of the in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale Bopp

With Mercury ion
An' a big ass 'Canibus soon' poster on the side of it
Im known geographically an'
Thats why I got extraterrestrials wanna battle me

They even tried kidnappin' me an' wouldve snatched me
If their craft didnt get trapped in the gravity
Engines to fail, crashed into a farmers field
An' thats really what caused

operatives workin' for Com 12
Disguised as a nigga, signed with a record
Lyrically Im off
So all or get tossed towards Hell, whatever yall feel

Bruisin' niggas, niggas
Like Chip Fu from the Fu
Hit you nuclear cruiser missiles
Hear the wild growl
Styles stockpiled for from the ground to the clouds

niggas wanna be down but its not allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced an' get punched in the mouth
With the southern fist
Ill bust your shit, swell your lip an' get the bubba

the tougher shit, what a wimp
You Goliath, niggas get shot with a rubber sling
Im an gone bad
My on an encephalograph
that Im stark ravin' mad

Your whole scientific get killed in a nuclear blast
I throw the formula stashed in my hand
Flammable liquids in the lab
An' you get stabbed with all the glass

Trained to up commercial aircrafts
Trained in weapons class
Just to see how a nigga's breathll last, I put him in a leather mask
Spray his ass a can of pepper gas
Then him grab his neck an' gag

Watch the nigga choke to death as I
You wanna battle?, is the type of question you should ask
Nigga, pick a task, see who the fuckll last
Whoever get a solderin' iron up the ass

You need to recognize, my hand is quicker the eye
Quicker than the 5 Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer 9 lives, infinite rhymes that cant die
A nigga with a divine

I this to the wise, dedicate it to dames
myself into 100 ten times
You cant deny the an offer
Flows that glow with Auroras the spark of
Water fly like a saucer with the torque of a

Murder a million MCs, then autograph all of their
Been gettin' it on since I been born an' Im a live
An' Im a be gettin' it on Im gone
at all the stages I been on, all the songs that I spit on

I took an oath to rip I get on
A nigga like me should have tunnel syndromes
In the wrist from grippin' microphones this long
Im just a small in a big pond

An' gets pissed off I get picked on
try to flip an' get flipped on
My army march, a million
Like the of Islam, with suede timbs on

hostile
Fully armed troops dressed in suits an' night vision goggles
A lynch mob, shittin' on niggas
Drawn to a hideous with horns an' a mink on

Duckin' down low like fightin' the Vietcong
Screamin', Incoming I see a bomb
Speak to your leader, surrender arms
You about a million more soldiers to even the odds

Plus 800,000 to consider a war
An' 200,000 more to even look
You drop your flag an' withdraw
My charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors

An' yall
yall to the back of my horse
An' drag across the motherfuckin' asphalt
9 outta 10 niggas is

You know who you are always talkin' your bitches an' your cars
Your jewelry an' girls, its like we from two different worlds
You motherfuckers really get on my
'Cause Im them, on some futuristic cyborg shit

I close my when I freestyle, so I could read what picture crossed in
raise my arms like a sorcerer an' cast a fireball into the audience
To barbecue brain organs
You feel like youve been thrown in a microwave

I flame broil an' hit em with some more shit
The raw shit, my reinforcements, the Four Horsemen
Take a big piece of chalk an' draw a line across the pulpit
I dare a to cross it

Ill even call my man, Black Rob at two in the
Tell him its important, tell him to call
3 way an' a chorus
your camcorders so you motherfuckers cant record it

Call the news, Ill your reporters
Start a lawsuit, Ill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit an' what yall think
My albums gold 'cause my was the bomb, shit

Yall got your ass beat 'cause you asked for it
Got your picture taken an' put in a
you a man an' you like to touch little boys
You 'em in the ass, then you give em cash for it

Thats some sick shit,
A hundred years ago, theyd took you to see Sigmund Freud
You fraudulent, feminine, as a feather is
With an blow, Ill crack your whole skeleton

You think youre better than Canibus, the evidence?
You got below average an' poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up 'cause breath stink
Take fifty an' purchase a pack of Peppermints

me? You never win
You thought you was the only nigga that could a weapon in?
Nigga, guess again, 'cause after Im wreckin' this shit
Im a drink a bottle of Henney an' go fuck a lesbian