Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jesus

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I wanna here nuttin'
up, got to pay
Yeah, it's that right
Blow his back out, make his work

Aye yo, this shit be off the knock it
Whatever cock it, cat get blown, who own this street corner
Foreigner hesitate to a hummer
Navy seal top runner, rhyme this
For real, nigga's skatin'
Debatin' waitin' flowingly relatin'
Fine line it on ya like Venetian blinds
The mission is mine, King I devine

Titanium hydro
Yo dunn dunn Polly dis
Son what, slang doctor, the kids pay it
Say if these niggas in dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, 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, plus we invent
Nuff shit to get your team, crazily sent
Now all I is a half gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka three seeds
Then Max out two ack's inside the parkin' lot
Son bark a lot and get seen hit in that a lot
What now blow, clickin' like a
Max million, one love keep it real yo

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

The specialist who eyeballed the necklace
Perpetuous, curly head kid's treturous
Leggo the eggo, so we can dip dip the gleego
Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this
Auh say, "Stark-aligist, starks-aligist
Fried halibut"

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

I hose down the place, no to the face
Elite special force no religion style
The pot boil gun shot drama soil
when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Man handle brain killin' erect my
may be potent put your 9-6 bid in
Vampire curse disperse on verse
Swim in black water, act slaughter through my

You're hit by my element great of China
Mountain peak the globe like vagina
on my mic stand, molecule and strand
Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one
Golden eye, spy vs. spy, of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in body position
40 O.Z. ciga-art, three verse
Divine black man representin'

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