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 shit be off the it rock
Whatever block it, cat get blown, who own this street corner
Foreigner to rock a hummer
seal top runner, rhyme this summer
For real, nigga's skatin'
Debatin' waitin' style relatin'
Fine line it on ya like Venetian blinds
The is mine, fabulous King I devine

Titanium collado
Yo dunn dunn dis conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, the kids pay it
Say if these niggas in dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for
Poet designer, sharp like
Mic of the award, fly gear award
Them niggas over 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 Mike Ditka made three
Then Max out like two ack's inside the lot
Son bark a lot and get seen hit in that a lot
now blow, clickin' like a Calico
Gold Max million, one love it real yo

Yo, hit me for Tommy Hill, ice rockin' niggas
Peace, the mine, I blow the biggest
Back up off me, while I grab my and hold the heini
Park the 600, Wally Kings is right behind me
Tackle clubs, rock lugz, I'm way above
This mic is like golden gloves verses plug
like the pennant, seminars the play-off
Start the J off like got O.J. off

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

Pull out the bull horn and celebrate 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 rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman?
rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's

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

You're hit by my element great wall of
Mountain peak hold the globe like
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, verse invented
Divine black man representin'

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