Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious

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

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

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

This a mothafuckin' that I'm droppin'
The world in my pocket, you out your continent
Always drop hot shit, Toroidal be constant
And I won't stop 'til I reach Christ conscious,

(Nigga) Niggas know, niggas, niggas, know