Luyện nghe bài hát Art of Facts

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

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

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

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

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

Yo El, Sinister Brick City

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

Main target, crews who they bringin' the news
Who's this? in your Benz-y box crisp
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 mass appeal, stayin' Real like Erick
Drunk off the funk like it was bourbon, rollin' up Big Willie Suburban
Blazers a wager, tamer blows up like a pager
Makin' you wake up early, tell your turn my tape up

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

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

Many ask how I be up my shit
Like the and how it don't match or fit
I just, dig the X-Files of styles
Hittin' while missin' I'll prove that the child

Be on the different angles, those who wanna tangle
With the Flexi, with the ripper
El the Sensai the men say in the back?
Thinkin' that we battle rap in combat

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

with intellect, each step steady
Dissin' who pose with beef that's petty
Who battle? No one