Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jesus

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't here nuttin'
up, got to pay
Yeah, it's that right
Blow his out, make his shoes work

Aye yo, this shit be off the knock it
Whatever block it, cat get blown, who own this street corner
Foreigner hesitate to a hummer
Navy seal top runner, this summer
For real, marinatin' nigga's
waitin' style flowingly relatin'
Fine switch it on ya like Venetian blinds
The is mine, fabulous King I devine

Titanium hydro
Yo dunn Polly dis conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, the kids pay it
Say if niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
Poet designer, like liners
Mic of the year award, fly gear
niggas over there be analyzin' for one sword

Get bent, pay the rent, still we invent
Nuff to get your whole team, crazily sent
Now all I need is a gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made seeds
Then Max out like two inside the parkin' lot
Son a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
now blow, clickin' like a Calico
Gold Max million, one keep it real yo

Yo, hit me for these Hill, ice rockin' niggas
Peace, the summer's mine, I blow the
Back up off me, I grab my dick and hold the heini
Park the blue 600, Kings is right behind me
Tackle clubs, never lugz, I'm way above
This mic is like golden gloves verses spark
It's the pennant, seminars the play-off
the J off like Cochran got O.J. off

The specialist who eyeballed the mistress
Perpetuous, this curly head kid's
the eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
Throwin' can-can, eat plus this instrumental
Auh shit say, "Stark-aligist,
Fried halibut"

Pull out the bull horn and celebrate like Kunta was
We our way inside loud and got on
I played the buildin', a branch and get filled in
pilgrims G-in' pep ridge farms from out a million
Who wanna rhyme, who wanna the swordsman?
That rock that fisherman hat Gorden's

I hose the place, no shots to the face
special force no religion style faith
The meltin' pot boil gun shot soil
when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Man brain killin' erect my hidden
Streets may be potent put 9-6 bid in
Vampire curse disperse on each
Swim in black water, act slaughter my earth

You're hit by my great wall of China
Mountain hold the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and
Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one
Golden eye, spy vs. spy, guilty of
boxer, mic in dead body position
40 O.Z. ciga-art, verse invented
Divine universal black man

Similar the pure, blowin' out the pore
in the back, keep it charged for the raw
I'm bred type thorough, pistol gun hero
Renaissance rebel shadow boxin' barrel
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a
Hard to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
Lock down, for curfew