Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious (Toroidal Flow)

Uh, motherfucking microphone
Keep that grip tight, like my Smith &
Ike with the mic, which nigga turn up?
Hit you with the fuckin' truth like Sojourner
Mothafuckin' microphone
Spittin' hot shit, hit your dome with the
want to be ya, this lyrical fajitas
Got dragon balls my name was Vegeta
Mothafuckin' duper swanking
Niggas still hating, want him for the bacon
Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we 'bout to out
Tell 'em we the badass motherfuckers that they heard
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 up on my own problems
'Cause I'm a microphone
Especially when my head is off the liquor
Specially educated, heavily
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 you see when you're in the mirror
Say my name five times, what I deliver

a mothafuckin' nuke that I'm droppin'
The world in my pocket, 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
coast, nigga, Pro Era in your area

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