Luyện nghe bài hát Blindly Firing

What's your of dope?
'Cause I think our opinions
'Till own skills develop, be wise and shut the hell up
I told you man, I'll your plans
You know you can't be than me
With a microphone in hand I'll show fans I own this land
My flow's
Expanding growth that stands and holds hip-hop on a
shots for the lost vision
Listen: It's imbedded in my genetic to push the evolution
Clean up the pollution and let the grow
So your records get sold and each blow
You give, adds tad gold to eat whole out of your cracked peach bowl
As we go without rules, the freedom of we breed
So we'll eat 'till we're full, keep control and bleed at slow-mo speed, you
I weave and sew my way through this imaginary of fairies and trolls
Tryin' to bury the
I carry a load that weighs way more my area code
Vocabulary unfolds so you cherish the very story of merit you're told
Your character's bold, but build a
your words before you perish
Don't be careless, apparently to share a paragraph tears nerves
you grew some nuts
Now you think your crew suck?
fucks
In a you'll still lose to us

This for all the people in the world that think they can get with this
Eyedea and Abilities, you we be the sickest
MCs under my with they names on my shit list
This one's for you, one's for you
This one's for all my people lovin' hip-hop are truly gifted
Eyedea and Abilities, we came to rip shit
DJs with no cuts outside self-inflicted wrist slits
This one's for you, one's for you

What's your definition of
'Cause I think our opinions
I guess I don't know dope from the viewpoint of a listener
So it sound?
My new joints points
styles of new nose for a thousand miles in any direction you point
If I was your pal, I'd respect all criticism was honest
But I'm not 'cause you're an MC in the closet
Subconsciously copyin' from the sentences to the penmanship
Mad 'cause I invented what you even pretend to intend to accomplish
an end to this infinitely childish game
Refrain from grabbing the mid and spare yourself shame
No, I don't the same
And yes, I'm a deranged
But it no thang 'cause lyrically, nobody can hang
There's room for admiring a pro
But get off the
you see the tire swing is full?
Oh, now you wanna call me out for your ears?
Just chill, there's a billion other better ways to end your career, for
I can't even hear you skill-less motor mouths with clout
up to less than zero, I'm your hero
Don't go that route, I'll you out now
Peace to all the MCs
But first, I'ma show you show why my DJ's is Abilities