Luyện nghe bài hát '96 Recreation

Yeah, start wit one
Yo, yo, yo, my acustic lingustic rap fabric
Is a mixture of arabic sandscript in it's
I talk quick, y'all bitches can't my dick release spit
Wit love should I hits
We travel through 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 rushin through like a herd of oxen!!

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

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

I'm deep in the shit, I stay involved
inconceited, never been beated
Been trapped in many but not yet retreated
My style you need it, I 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 childish and illiterate, and ye has been rude
To the father me, o-r-i-g
to the war wit the killa bee law

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

Legendary weaponary
You secondary fairies
Scary won't survive this verbal attack
You think slang can match
The wu-tang, emphatically now
You crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue
While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the
Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one
Nine minds to form the wisest rhyme 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
slang in your face and it touch your skin
You felt chilly, just like you a bag of illy
You need a coat just to protect throat
Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold ice rise
Chap-lipped duds can't fuck wit the
Cherry felt the draft of the ox
Shaolin niggas won't fuck wit one block
Broke about half the slang murderer
wit the union big street sling murderer
Terrorizin, move I'm
Fast getaway wit the speed drivin
Two miles an hour, do it wit the power
Somebody something, cut fool in the tower