Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Bars

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

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

skyward, calculatin'
May 5, 2000, the nine planetsll be in
The of the prophet in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale Bopp

Mercury ion rockets
An' a big ass 'Canibus comin' poster on the side of it
Im known an' intergalactically
Thats why I got extraterrestrials that wanna me

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

Undercover operatives for Com 12
Disguised as a nigga, signed with a deal
Im off scale
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever feel

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

Whack wanna be down but its not allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced an' youll get in the mouth
With the southpaw southern
Ill bust your shit, your lip an' get the bubba shrimp

Back the shit, what a wimp
You giant Goliath, niggas get shot with a rubber
Im an gone bad
My brainwaves on an
Show Im stark ravin' mad

whole scientific staffll get killed in a nuclear blast
When I the formula stashed in my hand
liquids in the lab explode
An' you get stabbed all the flyin' glass

Trained to up commercial aircrafts
in chemical weapons 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 nigga 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
losell get a solderin' iron up the ass

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

I dedicate this to the wise, dedicate it to
Dividin' myself into 100 ten
You cant the offerin's an offer
that glow with Auroras the spark of light
Water fly like a saucer the torque of a Porsche

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ill even call my man, Rob at two in the mornin'
Tell him its important, him to call Sting
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 album was the bomb,

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

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

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

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