Luyện nghe bài hát Art of Facts

As Mellow Max passes the blunts to
about to come get nutty up in here
Artifacts, tricks, Sean J. with the beat
with the Artifact techniques

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

Get the weed sacks relax, fuck a flick Blockbuster
touch ya, provin' who got the bomb like Russia
Friendly neighborhood rap hood with
Could it be? Yes, no

Now let's start up the session, kick a rap out 'til I out
Check out when I wreck out, throwin' backs out, out loud
When niggaz crap out, me I more G's than the LAPD
From when I wrote my first rhyme in

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

Yo El, Sinister Brick City

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

target, crews who think they bringin' the news
Who's this? Kickin' in your Benz-y box
As long as the Boom is hearing me clear
There another rapper here that's gonna G this year
(Yeah)

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

up, let me lace up the place like boots
Make loot and proceed to rock like
I tear the roof off and when I fuck take my boots off
I shoot the lip and make your nose glow like Rudolph

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

ask how I be makin' up my shit
Like the format and how it don't or fit
I just, dig into the of styles
Hittin' while missin' I'll prove that the child

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

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

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