Luyện nghe bài hát '96 Recreation

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

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

My lyrical marv-el makin cream than carvel
niggas best to hold your weight like barbell
To my swordsman school, students don't play truant
My most prudent pupil, under influence
Of alcohol and to-bacco, mushrooms imported morocco
on the rocks, and a twenty sack of choco
Wit forty tales and around the fist, bitch I carve
on the paper so my family won't starve

I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly
inconceited, never been beated
Been in many wars but not yet retreated
My style you need it, I write to read it
It's all lyric, no nothing gets repeated
I came a long way and guess what, I
I conquer my opponent, and him baby food
'cause he's and illiterate, and ye has been rude
To the father me, o-r-i-g
Respond to the war wit the bee law

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

Legendary microphone's
You secondary fairies
Scary cats won't survive verbal attack
You you're slang can match
The wu-tang, emphatically now
You fake crumbs, you should be stung on tongue
While you young bunge, we plunge into the grunge
Deep the dark dungeon, we come in one wind
Nine minds to form the wisest rhyme force to summon
I be the quoted combination
Unloadin of life, you feel my solar wind blowin

Just then, I came on the stage like
Blew slang in your face and it touch 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 like ice rise
Chap-lipped duds fuck wit the chatterbox
Cherry felt the draft of the ox
Shaolin niggas won't fuck wit one *pause*
Broke forgot about half the murderer
Down wit the big street sling murderer
Terrorizin, I'm tranquelizin
Fast getaway wit the slow speed
Two miles an hour, cappa do it wit the
Somebody blow something, cut fool in the