Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious (Toroidal Flow)

Uh, motherfucking checker
that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson
Ike with the mic, nigga tryna turn up?
Hit you with the hurtful fuckin' truth like
microphone eater
Spittin' hot shit, hit your dome with the
Wouldn't want to be ya, this lyrical
Got dragon balls like my name was
super duper swanking
Niggas still hating, pigs want him for the
Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we to order out
Tell 'em we the badass motherfuckers that they heard
Yes, I guess the word is out, we coming for the top
Top rottweiler, since I my collar
Niggas say hit us, they ain't ever shot nada
Me? I'd rather not up on my own problems
'Cause I'm a killer
Especially when my is gone off the liquor
Specially educated, heavily
Give me beat and I'll put you next to Dilla, my nigga
Flow than vanilla
these haters 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

This a mothafuckin' nuke that I'm
The world in my pocket, you out your continent
Always hot shit, Toroidal Flow be constant
And I stop 'til I reach Christ conscious, nigga

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

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