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, make his shoes

Aye yo, this be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it, cat get blown, who own street corner
Foreigner to rock a hummer
Navy seal top runner, this summer
For real, nigga's skatin'
Debatin' waitin' flowingly relatin'
Fine line switch it on ya like 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 niggas in affect dunn, rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for
Poet designer, sharp liners
Mic of the year award, fly gear
niggas over there be analyzin' for one sword

Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we
Nuff to get your whole team, crazily sent
Now all I need is a half gallon of
Proceed, to bust as Ditka made three seeds
Then Max out two ack's inside the parkin' lot
Son a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
What now blow, clickin' like a
Max million, one love 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 grab my dick and the heini
Park the blue 600, Wally Kings is behind me
Tackle clubs, rock lugz, I'm way above
This mic is like golden gloves spark plug
It's like the pennant, the play-off
the J off like Cochran 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 that plus this
Auh shit say, "Stark-aligist,
fish halibut"

Pull out the bull horn and celebrate like was born
We elbowed our way loud and got on
I played the buildin', burn a branch and get in
Like pilgrims G-in' pep ridge farms from out a
Who rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman?
rock 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 drama soil
Gamble when I handle hot pots of oil
Man brain killin' erect my hidden
may be potent put your 9-6 bid in
Vampire curse on each verse
Swim in black water, act slaughter my earth

You're hit by my element great wall of
Mountain hold the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, and strand
Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one
Golden eye, spy vs. spy, of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in dead body
40 O.Z. ciga-art, three invented
universal 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
rebel shadow boxin' your barrel
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a
Hard enough to you, chastise my rap styles
down, for this curfew