Luyện nghe bài hát '96 Recreation

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

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

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

I'm in the shit, I stay highly involved
Never inconceited, been beated
trapped in many wars but not yet retreated
My you need it, I just write to read it
It's all fresh lyric, no gets repeated
I came a long way and guess what, I
I my opponent, and feed him baby food
'cause childish and illiterate, and ye has been rude
To the year me, o-r-i-g
Respond to the war wit the bee law

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

Legendary weaponary
You bitch-ass fairies
Scary cats won't survive 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 dark dungeon, we come in one
Nine minds combine to form the rhyme force to summon
I be the mathematical combination
Unloadin mysteries of life, you my solar wind blowin

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