Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious

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

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

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

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

(Nigga) Niggas know, niggas, niggas, know