Luyện nghe bài hát '96 Recreation

Yeah, start wit one
Yo, yo, yo, my acustic lingustic rap fabric
Is a mixture of arabic in it's italics
I talk quick, y'all bitches can't my dick release spit
Wit love should I release
We travel bodies like blood vessels
All y'all crab niggas try to to be on top of this pedastool
Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, I'm
Words is rushin through a herd of angry oxen!!

Fatal for pussy cat niggas is dead weight
Concentrate, my murder excellerate, terminate
So spoil like coke in the
Knock knock, I shot the block
Electricity, splendidly
Internally inside of me tony starks tee
I create excellency, call l-o-u-n-g assist me
wardrobe is key, roll promptly
For slang hall, vocabulary igor, frankenstein
Rewind for a while I dig down your track, stupid
I move quick is accurate, kojack tactics
Chaos, killa bee minds, high society blackness, spread the

My lyrical marv-el makin more than carvel
Y'all best to hold your weight like barbell
To my verbal swordsman school, students don't truant
My most prudent pupil, rhyme under
Of and to-bacco, mushrooms imported from morocco
Bellies on the rocks, and a twenty of choco
Wit forty tales and gold around the fist, I carve
Glitters on the paper so my family won't

I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly
Never inconceited, never beated
Been trapped in many but not yet retreated
My you need it, I just write to read it
It's all fresh lyric, no nothing gets
I came a way and guess what, I succeeded
I conquer my opponent, and him baby food
'cause he's childish and illiterate, and ye has rude
To the father year me,
to the war wit the killa bee law

[ol' dirty
Scavenger nigga, a shhriimp
A full line of shhiit, my ear can digest
Stop drinkin all water, let's take it to the land
So I can godzilla up your shit mister tim man
Niggas be up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your ass
You tried to chop on up
Played my like parks bitch, I'm that

Legendary microphone's
You secondary fairies
Scary cats survive this verbal attack
You think slang can match
The wu-tang, now cypher
You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your
While you young bunge, we plunge into the grunge
Deep into the dungeon, we come in one wind
Nine minds combine to form the wisest force to summon
I be the mathematical combination
Unloadin mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind

Just then, I came on the like wind
Blew slang in your and it touch your skin
You chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy
You a coat just to protect your throat
Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold like ice
Chap-lipped can't fuck wit the chatterbox
Cherry heads felt the of the ox
Shaolin niggas fuck wit one block *pause*
Broke about half the slang murderer
Down wit the union big street sling
Terrorizin, I'm tranquelizin
Fast getaway wit the slow speed
Two miles an hour, do it wit the power
Somebody something, cut fool in the tower