Luyện nghe bài hát Art of Facts

As Mellow Max passes the to Skully
about to come get nutty up in here
Artifacts, nine-six tricks, Sean J. the beat
Complete the Artifact techniques

I like to rip off mics and clock off dice roll funny
Gettin' 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 from
I'ma touch ya, who got the bomb like Russia
Friendly neighborhood rap hood goods
it be? Yes, no question

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

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

Yo El, Sinister Brick minister

One two, yo, start takin' notes, statin' all
Niggaz couldn't see me through an scope
Open, by the rhythm that's hardest
New Jerusalem, Artifacts be the

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

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

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

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

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

Be on the different angles, those who wanna tangle
the Flexi, with the Technique ripper
El the what the men say in the back?
Thinkin' we can't battle rap in combat

Cease that, realize that the Facts mess
Around when we bless sounds down for any
So bring your nine and vest
when you step to these men, your plan best to be correct

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