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 the hurtful fuckin' truth like Sojourner
Mothafuckin' eater
hot shit, hit your dome with the heater
Wouldn't want to be ya, this lyrical
Got dragon like my name was Vegeta
Mothafuckin' super duper
Niggas still hating, want him for the bacon
'em to the slaughterhouse, say we 'bout to order out
Tell 'em we the badass motherfuckers they heard about
Yes, I guess the word is out, we coming for the top
Top rottweiler, since I my collar
Niggas say they hit us, they ain't shot 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 beat and I'll put you to Dilla, my nigga
Flow sweeter than
Tell these beat it, can't Jackson thriller
I'm the nigga that you see when 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 continent
Always drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow be
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, outta here
coast, nigga, Pro Era in your area

This a mothafuckin' nuke that I'm
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