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

Yo, my is honored like Elijah Muhammad
But I'm God-retarded, no righteousness in this heart of violence
Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, up
If you see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs

Ain't no in us, bitch in us
Unofficialness, everything we outside you you was
thugs in the drug profession
Drug connections, addictions

seein' the judge for drug possession
The four-D's, all these is more
To either get big or and let live
We the best is T.S., ain't nobody else

We probably Dove we all way on top of the shelf
I'm lockin' your wealth the master keys, freeze
Don't try to breeze or I'ma
And the back of your knees

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

You straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh
You was a threat, now you froze in the bed
Minute ago, you was shit, holdin' ya dick
Now what's the problem, you nuttin'

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

to get college credits
How pathetic, did it to get out of the
I'm Dianetics with lyrics
My is my insurance

my appearance, I'm a shinin' spirit
You gotta fear it 'cause every gem is poison
You gotta it, you can't win you better join 'em
I'm head-annointin' like the Holy Gospel

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

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

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

the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip
You keep playin' and I get furious
And now I take you for a walk the ghetto
Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the

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

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