Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze'in Microphones

Im like cinnamon when Im spittin this lyrical venum,
giving rappers the blues denim,
Im killin em, fillin em with these syllable,
synonyms of adrenaline off my spiritual tongue,
numbing em like penicillin,
plus Im to reach the lost like Gilligan,
God the spiritual healin, will stop the drug dealing,
and killing, because Im like Im ready to loose my mind,
so many be flying, and rydas be dying,
gotta make a difference, for instance, the in prisons make bad decisions,
for lack of wisdom, so I cut them open, and incisions,
em with spiritualism, tell em about the one thats arisen,
how they can be free in they spirit, and have sins forgiven,
by the one who on the cross,
'cause even when they were into all drinking and smoking,
he loved them even while they lost,
so please listen to me, and dissin a G,
'cause I got they on how yall can be free.

Blazing microphones, bringing nothing but heat from the west coast,
Chase beats, Bone lyrics Vito Corleone,
we be running so act like you all know,
cant be stopped now.

Im not a witness, but I witness for Jehovah,
back in the day, the 1st to cane and the baking soda,
but nowadays, I like the word,
like a drug dealers, slangin; rock on the curb,
eyes off the holy ghost, contact smoke,
tripppin off my rims, crush eyes and my rope,
plus Im gifted with and wrist is frozen,
I thought you all dawg, what, Im Gods chosen,
favored, standing with the elite,
thats stand apart dawg, anointed, the word to the streets,
aint into the the fame or set you claimin,
tha of namin, unless the name Im naming
is on the throne and reining, painting a picture for Gs bangin,
og how the Lord can save em, train em like a Raven, engraving,
the name of Jesus across heart, 'cause its breakin,
Satan is waitin, anticipatin, and hatin,
but they trapped they's no escapin'

I been doing this for 12 years, it aint yall,
to make hit records are off the hizzy yall,
especially when bustas sippin on that haterade,
talkin behind back and trying to stop you on a day to day,
I dont music for em playa hatas anyway,
this is for killers and thugs, sippin on the Alize,
run a and essays locked down in prison,
why them, they the in need of a physician,
and I the perfect doctor yall
that can heal you when you to the alter call,
he can, all the emptiness and void in your heart,
thats why I out of a need and not love of the art,
so listen, my mission is soul fishing,
so when the rapture happens, faces will be on the back of milk missing.