Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious

Uh, microphone checker
that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson
Ike with the mic, which tryna turn up?
Hit you the hurtful fuckin' truth like Sojourner
Mothafuckin' microphone
Spittin' hot shit, hit your with the heater
want to be ya, this lyrical fajitas
Got dragon like my name was Vegeta
Mothafuckin' super swanking
still hating, pigs 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 is out, we coming for the top dollar
Top rottweiler, since I popped my
Niggas say they hit us, they ain't ever nada
Me? I'd rather not snitch up on my own
I'm a microphone killer
Especially when my is gone off the liquor
Specially educated, heavily
Give me that beat and I'll put you to Dilla, my nigga
Flow than vanilla
Tell these haters beat it, can't thriller
I'm the nigga you see when you're in the mirror
Say my five times, this what I deliver

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

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

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