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 that right
Blow his back out, his shoes work

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

Titanium collado
Yo dunn Polly dis conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the 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 award
Them niggas over there be for one sword

Get bent, pay the rent, plus we invent
Nuff shit to get whole team, crazily sent
Now all I need is a gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three
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, like a Calico
Gold Max million, one keep 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 600, Wally Kings is right behind me
Tackle clubs, never lugz, I'm way above
This mic is like golden gloves spark plug
It's like the pennant, the play-off
Start the J off Cochran got O.J. off

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

out the bull 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 farms from out a million
Who wanna rhyme, who challenge the swordsman?
That rock that hat like Gorden's

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

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

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