Luyện nghe bài hát '96 Recreation

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

Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is weight
Concentrate, my murder excellerate, terminate
So spoil like in the foil
Knock knock, I shot the block
Electricity, splendidly
Internally 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 while I dig down your track, stupid
I move quick shit is accurate, tactics
Chaos, bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor

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

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

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

Legendary microphone's
You bitch-ass fairies
Scary cats won't survive verbal attack
You you're slang can match
The wu-tang, now cypher
You fake crumbs, you should be stung on tongue
While you young bunge, we plunge into the grunge
Deep into the dark dungeon, we in one wind
Nine minds combine to the wisest rhyme force to summon
I be the quoted 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 need a coat just to your throat
Two pairs of socks, kid I'm like ice rise
Chap-lipped duds can't wit the chatterbox
Cherry felt the draft of the ox
Shaolin won't fuck wit one block *pause*
Broke forgot about the slang murderer
Down wit the big street sling murderer
Terrorizin, I'm tranquelizin
Fast getaway wit the slow drivin
Two an hour, cappa do it wit the power
blow something, cut fool in the tower