Luyện nghe bài hát '96 Recreation

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

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

My marv-el makin more cream than carvel
Y'all niggas best to hold weight like barbell
To my verbal swordsman school, students play truant
My prudent pupil, rhyme under influence
Of alcohol and to-bacco, mushrooms imported from
on the rocks, and a twenty sack of choco
Wit forty tales and around the fist, bitch I carve
Glitters on the paper so my family starve

I'm deep in the shit, I stay involved
inconceited, never been beated
Been trapped in many wars but not yet
My style you need it, I just write to it
It's all fresh lyric, no nothing repeated
I came a long way and what, I succeeded
I conquer my opponent, and feed him baby
'cause he's 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, a shhriimp
A full line of shhiit, my ear can iiit
Stop drinkin all that water, let's 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 fuckin ass
You to chop shit on up
Played my shit like parks bitch, I'm

Legendary microphone's
You bitch-ass fairies
Scary cats won't survive this verbal
You you're slang can match
The wu-tang, emphatically now
You crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue
you young guns 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 quoted combination
Unloadin mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind

Just then, I on the stage like wind
Blew in your face and it touch your skin
You chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy
You need a coat just to your throat
Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold ice rise
duds can't fuck wit the chatterbox
Cherry heads the draft of the ox
Shaolin niggas won't fuck wit one *pause*
Broke forgot about half the slang
Down wit the union big sling murderer
Terrorizin, move I'm
Fast getaway wit the slow drivin
Two miles an hour, cappa do it wit the
blow something, cut fool in the tower