Luyện nghe bài hát 3X's Dope

(Intro)
(Clark Kent)
Sonja Blade, Shaq
T.W.IsM. fam
right uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Say what, say what, say

(Shaquille O'Neal)
All these destinations with split second
It enough time to witness you're gone evaporation
Slash paragraphs that my emphasis
Abbreviate lyricist the lyrical short
I planes for atmospherical advantage
My lyrical damage the rise for mental
With the Mic in hand I'm immortal to
My diaphragm allows me to kill a clan
reversal get your verse reversed
Battle since fear in mid-air and change course
I've been held captive for attractions
Nuclear made my brain radioactive
Knock the off its axis re-design the atlas
Re-construct the globe with gee-saw
Rhythmical mathematics you to average
More elves 90 Degree angles and graphics

(Hook)
(Clark Kent)
Aiyyo you rap better sit back and relax
We getting stacks the rest of you cats getting attacked
By the fever y'all bad you wanna be us
Leaving with 20-20 they ain't seeing us

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Aiyyo I you check form
I respect for when the sex raw inside the Lex
really means I'm not the one
And these Billie Jean chicks they not my sons
to scratch my rips tryin to match my chips
And yo Shaq. my chips
So my is to strike with opposition
Y'all wouldn't pop the kids who always choose not to listen
So I'm
End it like a seven-day
Who play against this?
Get rich is senseless ya get bent
While I stack cash you cats spit
It evident I flow predicates as evidence
Hittin chicks yelling celebrant for the hell of it
In the chest is the metal went
delicate is how I'm tellin it
So anything is irrelevant, the what

(Hook w/ variations)
(Clark Kent)
you rap cats better sit back and relax
We getting stacks while the rest of you getting attacked
By the fever bad you wanna be with us
Leaving players 20-20 they ain't seeing us

(Sonja Blade)
Aiyyo I go to war and break
daylight to late night
And blades strike just a snakebite
the venom is toxic
Call me clumsy I always drop.
Don't to lick slugs at men
I spit as like Pac in "Above the Rim"
I'm him or her, Jim or Gin, the fur
And Tim's, the tennis skirts to mini firms
And if I spit first you get it
Get a or leave in a tenant Hurst
Suit yourself it's hot.. towards to melt
It's murder way so shoot yourself
Let me know you war yes or no?
My crew link like exinal a with a lot of testicles
Especially those clothed
So please don't test me
I guess these flows got you beating Johnson
a Swanson and wishing for my death like Charles Bronson

(Hook)
(Clark Kent)
Aiyyo you rap cats sit back and relax
We getting stacks the rest of you cats getting attacked
By the fever y'all bad you be with us
Leaving players 20-20 they ain't seeing us

(Outro)
(Clark Kent)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
What, is how we do
Uh, mop crew
What, what, what, what, what, what, what,
diesel, T.W.IsM. fam
Sonja Blade from
Clockworld,
Yeah,
You know, we
Uh-huh, yeah now until whenever
How we get down, Big
Around the boards, record