Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious (Toroidal Flow)

Uh, microphone checker
Keep that grip tight, like my & Wesson
Ike with the mic, which nigga turn up?
Hit you with the hurtful fuckin' truth like
microphone eater
Spittin' hot shit, hit your dome the heater
Wouldn't want to be ya, lyrical fajitas
Got dragon balls like my was Vegeta
Mothafuckin' duper swanking
Niggas hating, pigs want him for the bacon
Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we 'bout to out
'em we the badass motherfuckers that they heard about
Yes, I the word is out, we coming for the top dollar
Top rottweiler, since I my collar
Niggas say they hit us, they ever shot nada
Me? I'd rather not snitch up on my own
'Cause I'm a microphone
when my head is gone off the liquor
Specially educated, heavily
Give me that beat and put you next to Dilla, my nigga
sweeter than 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 I deliver

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

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

This a mothafuckin' nuke that I'm
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