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
with the Artifact techniques

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

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

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

With each speech released I reach mad
Analyzin' spots than Matlock, now I got this rappin' shit 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 notes, statin' all quotes
Niggaz couldn't see me through an optometrist
Open, by the rhythm MC's hardest
New Jerusalem, Artifacts be the

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

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

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

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

Many ask how I be makin' up my
Like the format and how it match or fit
I just, dig into the of styles
Hittin' while you're missin' I'll that the child

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

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

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