Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious (Toroidal Flow)

Uh, motherfucking microphone
Keep that tight, like my Smith & Wesson
Ike with the mic, which nigga tryna up?
Hit you the hurtful fuckin' truth like Sojourner
microphone eater
Spittin' hot shit, hit your with the heater
Wouldn't want to be ya, this fajitas
Got balls like my name was Vegeta
Mothafuckin' duper 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 heard about
Yes, I guess the word is out, we for the top dollar
Top rottweiler, I popped my collar
Niggas say they hit us, they ain't ever nada
Me? I'd not snitch up on my own problems
I'm a microphone killer
Especially when my head is gone off the
educated, heavily medicated
Give me that beat and I'll put you to Dilla, my nigga
Flow sweeter vanilla
Tell these haters it, can't Jackson thriller
I'm the that you see when you're in the mirror
Say my name five times, this what I

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

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

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