Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jesus

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

Aye yo, this be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it, cat get blown, who own this street
hesitate to rock a hummer
Navy top runner, rhyme this summer
For real, marinatin' skatin'
Debatin' style flowingly relatin'
line switch it on ya like Venetian blinds
The mission is mine, fabulous I devine

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

Get bent, pay the rent, plus we invent
shit to get your whole team, crazily sent
Now all I need is a half of weed
Proceed, to bust as Ditka made three seeds
Max out like two ack's inside the parkin' lot
Son bark a lot and get seen hit in dark a lot
What now blow, clickin' like a
Gold Max million, one love it real yo

Yo, hit me for Tommy Hill, ice rockin' niggas
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
clubs, never rock lugz, I'm way above
This mic is like gloves verses spark plug
like the pennant, seminars the play-off
Start the J off like got O.J. off

The specialist who eyeballed the necklace
Perpetuous, this curly kid's treturous
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 horn and celebrate like Kunta was born
We elbowed our way inside and got on
I played the buildin', burn a branch and get in
Like pilgrims G-in' pep ridge from out a million
Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the
That that fisherman hat like Gorden's

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

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

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