Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jesus

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

Aye yo, this be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock it, cat get blown, who own this street corner
Foreigner hesitate to a hummer
Navy seal top runner, rhyme this
For real, marinatin' nigga's
Debatin' waitin' style relatin'
Fine line switch it on ya Venetian blinds
The is mine, fabulous 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
rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
Poet designer, like liners
Mic of the award, fly gear award
Them niggas there be analyzin' for one sword

Get bent, pay the rent, plus we invent
Nuff shit to get your whole team, crazily
Now all I is a half gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust as Ditka made three 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 keep it real yo

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

The who eyeballed the mistress necklace
Perpetuous, this curly head kid's
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 and celebrate like Kunta was born
We our way inside loud and got on
I played the buildin', burn a and get filled in
Like pilgrims G-in' pep ridge farms from out a
Who wanna rhyme, who challenge the swordsman?
That that fisherman hat like Gorden's

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

You're hit by my great wall of China
peak hold the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and
Finger rollin' ride the horse one hand
eye, spy vs. spy, guilty of suspicion
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, keep it for the raw
I'm type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero
Renaissance rebel shadow boxin' your
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a
Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap
Lock down, for this