Luyện nghe bài hát Art of Facts

As Mellow Max passes the to Skully
We're to come get nutty up in here
Artifacts, tricks, Sean J. with the beat
Complete with the Artifact

I like to rip off mics and clock off dice that funny
Gettin' blunted off somebody's hoe
Honies beepin' for me for cheese, back
Please keep that weave intact, best believe that Tamer be back

Get the sacks relax, fuck a flick from Blockbuster
I'ma touch ya, provin' who got the bomb like
Friendly neighborhood rap hood goods
Could it be? Yes, no

Now let's start up the session, kick a rap out I black out
Check out when I out, throwin' backs out, laughin' out loud
niggaz crap out, me I want more G's than the LAPD
From when I my first rhyme in eighty-three

With each speech released I reach mad
Analyzin' more spots than Matlock, now I got rappin' shit on padlock
You only half-rock, my shit returns like in religion
Was with the fact we only bullshittin'

Yo El, Sinister Brick City

One two, yo, start notes, statin' all quotes
Niggaz see me through an optometrist scope
Open, by the rhythm MC's hardest
New Jerusalem, be the oddest

target, crews who think they bringin' the news
Who's this? Kickin' in Benz-y box crisp
As as the Boom Skwad is hearing me clear
There ain't another rapper here gonna G this year
(Yeah)

Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appeal, Real like Erick Sermon
Drunk off the funk it was bourbon, rollin' up Big Willie like Suburban
make a wager, tamer blows up like a pager
Makin' you up early, tell your girlie turn my tape up

Wait up, let me up the place like boots
loot and proceed to rock like Roots
I tear the roof off and I fuck don't take my boots off
I shoot from the lip and make your glow like Rudolph

You soft, so let me hit you off all the hardness
shit, we got the hard shit regardless
Punks pop junk, Tame and the leave 'em all beat

Many ask how I be makin' up my
the format and how it don't match or fit
I just, dig into the X-Files of
Hittin' while you're I'll prove that the child

Be on the angles, strangle those who wanna tangle
With the Flexi, with the ripper
El the Sensai the men say in the back?
that we can't battle rap in combat

Cease that, that the Facts don't mess
when we bless sounds down for any test
So your nine and your vest
'Cause when you step to these men, plan best to be correct

with intellect, each step steady
Dissin' those who pose with beef petty
Who wanna No one