Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jesus

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't wanna nuttin'
up, got to pay
Yeah, it's that right
Blow his back out, make his shoes

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

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

Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we
Nuff shit to get whole team, crazily sent
Now all I need is a half gallon of
Proceed, to as Mike Ditka made three seeds
Then Max out like two ack's inside the lot
Son bark a lot and get hit in that dark a lot
now blow, clickin' like a Calico
Gold Max million, one love it real yo

Yo, hit me for these Hill, ice rockin' niggas
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
Tackle clubs, rock lugz, I'm way above
This mic is like golden gloves spark plug
like the pennant, seminars the play-off
Start the J off like got O.J. off

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

Pull out the bull horn and like Kunta was born
We elbowed our way loud and got on
I played the buildin', burn a and get filled in
pilgrims G-in' pep ridge farms from out a million
Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the
That that fisherman hat like Gorden's

I down the place, no shots to the face
Elite force no religion style faith
The meltin' pot gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble 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 through my

You're hit by my element wall of China
Mountain peak hold the globe like
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and
Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one
Golden eye, spy vs. spy, guilty of
boxer, mic in dead body position
40 O.Z. ciga-art, three verse
Divine black 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 boxin' barrel
woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
Hard enough to you, chastise my rap styles
down, for this curfew