Luyện nghe bài hát Blacklist

(MF Doom)
Keep in mind flow is used for practice.
Even so still top off the tracklist.
Far as I know been blacklist
For as long as the rotate on a 23 degree axis.

"I can anytime I want to."
last words that came back to haunt you
All life, like permanent dried tears.
cats get it like no bright ideas.
He broke the then bowed.
Said he couldn't do it without the crowd, for out loud.
took the time to contaminate the rhyme scene
And drop a lot he was out, in the common scene.
A lot of rappers are drama queens (buddy ?)
When they to the mic, I'm 'a feel ya's. (buddy buddy ?)
Fuck around and get title took, cut and dry.
He doesn't lie, even like "who and where, and why?"
Hold it like a cue 'n button, fly (boom boom) (?)
Once they the room, they be like, "Doom! Doom! Doom!"
It's no use. Blessed to
And the villain has the building, dressed to the nines.
Like, I'm 'a do mine. do yours.
He reppin' the game like Lou Rawls
The super MF villain, like two balls,
For the microphone, he joins two falls. (?)
Well we'll see these criminals who falls.
A lot of is reminiscent of Rupaul.
Ball to ball and be needing new drawers.
Drawers, the one-twos run through walls.

Keep in mind this is used for practice.
Even so still top off the tracklist.
Far as I know we've blacklist
For as as the earth rotate on a 23 degree axis.

(AESOP ROCK)
All in it now.
of the misadventures of a father crop
My provider flashin'
See, I'm 'a that gut reaction
Bound to tackles a battle runs in circles
Like rodeo clowns paddles.
Poked in the by petty sarcasm.
Gentlemen, your laugh tracks.
Push for the lab rat breed.
All I wanna be is a fat cat sleeping 40 (nights)
In hopes when I rise,
The hacker will have seen there's more to life.
Let's recreate a perfect service rooted in lust
And a prisoner.
I don't a thick antithesis.
Parallel park your prod adjacent
To the flagrant ego valve
Let us study a outlet
I found peace (I peace)
I peace, it tap me on the shoulder
Asking the closest war and how to make it sleep
I pointed the exact place my sneakers met the creedence,
Said "If I could answer (who), I would be relief."
Now don't got 'em shook by exposing the skeletons
I sorta stick to a more murky-hurt development.
Some of these are spittin just a bit too delicate a thesis.
If only... Yeah, but jumpin Jesus!
I get torn swiftly from a planet it tilts, 23.
Look buddy, we've talk.
God made me a fine instrument of
Zig zag
make me holy sleep bolts blindly until your mood shifts.
Now comes 40 acres of congruency pistons,
Purple key immunity systems.
Aw, be something incredible.
See, I the limit.
That's why I do my best to stay
I ain't spittin the gimmick.