Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious (Toroidal Flow)

Uh, motherfucking microphone
Keep that grip tight, like my Smith &
Ike with the mic, which nigga tryna up?
Hit you with the hurtful fuckin' truth like
Mothafuckin' eater
Spittin' hot shit, hit dome with the heater
Wouldn't to be ya, this lyrical fajitas
Got balls like my name was Vegeta
Mothafuckin' duper swanking
Niggas still hating, 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, I popped my collar
Niggas say they hit us, ain't ever shot nada
Me? I'd rather not snitch up on my own
I'm a microphone killer
Especially when my is gone off the liquor
Specially educated, heavily
Give me that beat and I'll put you next to Dilla, my
Flow sweeter 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, this I deliver

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

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

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 reach conscious, nigga