Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Bars

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

My style of rhymin' is like Aztecs an' Mayans
Because I its all about timin'
Me an' my alliance practicin' African Voodoo science
In front of 20 bonfires

Lookin' skyward,
May 5, 2000, the nine be in alignment
The of the prophet in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale comet

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

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

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

Bruisin' niggas, confusin'
Like Fu from the Fu Schnickens
Hit you with nuclear missiles
Hear the wild growl
Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the

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

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

Your whole scientific staffll get killed in a nuclear
When I throw the formula stashed in my
liquids in the lab explode
An' you get stabbed with all the flyin'

Trained to blow up aircrafts
Trained in chemical class
Just to see how long a nigga's last, I put him in a leather mask
Spray his ass a can of pepper gas
watch him grab his neck an' gag

Watch the choke to death as I laugh
You wanna battle?, is the type of you should never ask
Nigga, a tougher 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 speed Jamiroquai
A lifespan longer 9 lives, infinite rhymes that cant die
A nigga with a mind

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

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

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

An' gets off whenever I get picked on
Nigga try to flip an' get on
My march, a million strong
Like the Nation of Islam, suede timbs on

Extremely
Fully armed dressed in frog suits an' night vision goggles
A lyrical mob, shittin' on niggas
Drawn to a hideous form horns an' a mink on

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ill even call my man, Rob at two in the mornin'
him its important, tell him to call Sting
3 way an' sing a
Break your so you motherfuckers cant record it

the news, Ill kill your reporters
Start a lawsuit, Ill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit an' fuck what think
My albums gold my album was the bomb, shit

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

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

You think youre better Canibus, wheres the evidence?
You got below intelligence an' poor penmanship
You need to shut the up 'cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents an' purchase a pack of

Battlin' me? You win
You thought you was the only nigga that sneak a weapon in?
Nigga, again, 'cause after Im finished wreckin' this shit
Im a drink a whole bottle of Henney an' go a lesbian