Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious (Toroidal Flow)

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

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

Which one of y'all niggas really it with me?
of y'all niggas, fuck outta here
Beast coast, nigga, Pro Era in your

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