Luyện nghe bài hát '96 Recreation

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

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

My lyrical marv-el makin more cream than
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 imported from
Bellies on the rocks, and a twenty of choco
Wit forty tales and gold the fist, bitch I carve
Glitters on the paper so my family starve

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

[ol' bastard]
Scavenger nigga, a shhriimp
A line of shhiit, my ear can digest iiit
drinkin all that water, let's take 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 your ass
You tried to shit on up
Played my like parks bitch, I'm that

Legendary microphone's
You secondary bitch-ass
cats won't survive this verbal attack
You think slang can match
The wu-tang, now cypher
You fake crumbs, you should be stung on tongue
While you young guns bunge, we plunge the grunge
Deep into the dungeon, we come in one wind
Nine combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon
I be the quoted mathematical
Unloadin of life, you feel my solar wind blowin

Just then, I came on the stage like
Blew slang in your face and it your skin
You chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy
You need a coat 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 block
Broke forgot about the slang murderer
Down wit the union big street murderer
Terrorizin, I'm tranquelizin
Fast getaway wit the slow drivin
Two an hour, cappa do it wit the power
Somebody blow something, cut in the tower