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 like that
his back out, make his shoes work

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

Titanium collado
Yo dunn Polly dis conjunction
Son what, doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it
Say if these in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, for liner
Poet designer, sharp liners
Mic of the award, fly gear award
Them niggas over be analyzin' for one sword

Get bent, pay the rent, still we invent
Nuff shit to get 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 ack's inside the lot
Son a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
What now blow, clickin' like a
Gold Max million, one love 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 the heini
Park the blue 600, Wally is right behind me
clubs, never rock lugz, I'm way above
This mic is like golden gloves verses spark
like the pennant, seminars the play-off
Start the J off like got O.J. off

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

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

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

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

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