Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious

Uh, motherfucking checker
that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson
Ike with the mic, nigga tryna turn up?
Hit you the hurtful fuckin' truth like Sojourner
Mothafuckin' microphone
Spittin' hot shit, hit dome with the heater
want to be ya, this lyrical fajitas
Got dragon like my name was Vegeta
Mothafuckin' super swanking
Niggas hating, pigs want him for the bacon
Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we to order out
Tell 'em we the badass motherfuckers they heard about
Yes, I guess the is out, we coming for the top dollar
Top rottweiler, since I popped my
say they hit us, they ain't ever shot nada
Me? I'd rather not up on my own problems
'Cause I'm a microphone
Especially when my head is off the liquor
Specially educated, heavily
Give me beat and I'll put you next to Dilla, my nigga
Flow sweeter vanilla
Tell these haters beat it, can't Jackson
I'm the nigga that you see when in the mirror
Say my name five times, this I deliver

This a mothafuckin' nuke that I'm
The world in my pocket, kick you out continent
Always drop hot shit, Flow be constant
And I won't stop I reach Christ conscious, nigga

Which one of y'all niggas really want it me?
None of y'all niggas, fuck outta
Beast coast, nigga, Pro Era in your

This a mothafuckin' that I'm droppin'
The world in my pocket, kick you out continent
Always drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow be
And I stop 'til I reach Christ conscious, nigga

(Nigga) Niggas know, niggas, niggas, know