Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious (Toroidal Flow)

Uh, motherfucking microphone
Keep that grip tight, my Smith & Wesson
Ike with the mic, which tryna turn up?
Hit you with the hurtful fuckin' like Sojourner
microphone eater
Spittin' hot shit, hit your dome the heater
Wouldn't want to be ya, this fajitas
Got dragon balls my name was Vegeta
Mothafuckin' super 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, since I my collar
Niggas say they hit us, they ain't shot nada
Me? I'd rather not snitch up on my own
'Cause I'm a killer
Especially when my head is off the liquor
Specially educated, medicated
Give me that and I'll put you next to Dilla, my nigga
Flow than vanilla
Tell these beat it, can't Jackson thriller
I'm the that you see when you're in the mirror
Say my five times, this what I deliver

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 won't stop 'til I reach Christ conscious,

Which one of y'all niggas really it with me?
of y'all niggas, fuck outta here
Beast coast, nigga, Pro Era in 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