Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Verses (drop It Heavy And Fantastic 4)

Yo, my is honored like Elijah Muhammad
But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this of violence
as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up
If you ever see me the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs

Ain't no snitch in us, in us
Unofficialness, everything we outside you you was
Official thugs in the drug
connections, drug addictions

Still seein' the for drug possession
The four-D's, all these is reas'
To get big or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody

We probably Dove 'cause we all way on top of the
I'm lockin' your wealth with the master keys,
Don't try to breeze or squeeze
And blast the back of your

Just pass the cheese, please test the toaster
My tech'll roast ya body faster than Testarossa
You're closer to death
Reaper's got a hold on breath

You goin' straight to hell as you sell your soul for flesh
You was posin' a threat, now you in the bed
Minute ago, you was shit, holdin' ya dick
Now what's the problem, you ain't

Like you on your album
I thought you was wildin',
Your guns and the island
You violent, you was silent

Tryin' to get credits
How pathetic, did it to get out of the
I'm Dianetics combined with
My matureness is my

Kill my appearance, I'm a spirit
You gotta fear it every last gem is poison
You gotta cheer it, you can't win you join 'em
I'm head-annointin' niggas like the Gospel

I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin'
Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw
Warlords, The Giant, it's all yours

Fuck all non-believers; I roll with God
The and T.S., out with the B.S., we platinum
They even Jesus, niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel

Holdin' it down, around with gold by the pound
Frozen and drowned with boulders all in the crown
of the town, soakin' you down wit toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the

Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the tip
You playin' and I get furious quick
And now I you for a walk through the ghetto
Either spark your metal or get in chalk by the devil

I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to shit
Now I just lay back and mack on mack shit
I used to have to pack a mac in back of the
Now I relax and stack plaques in my shack

It's like that, but think I won't counter act
My is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
I'm with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu
With the reflexes of a cat, and the of a mongoose