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 like right
Blow his back out, his shoes work

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

Titanium hydro
Yo dunn dunn Polly dis
Son what, doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it
Say if these in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for
Poet designer, like liners
Mic of the year award, fly gear
Them niggas over 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 half of weed
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made seeds
Max out like two ack's inside the parkin' lot
Son a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
What now blow, like a Calico
Gold Max million, one love it real yo

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

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

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

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

You're hit by my element wall of China
Mountain peak hold the globe vagina
on my mic stand, molecule and strand
Finger rollin' rhythm the horse one hand
eye, spy vs. spy, guilty of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in dead position
40 O.Z. ciga-art, three invented
Divine black man representin'

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