Luyện nghe bài hát Contra Mantra

[Verse 1] Crypt the
Ah, yeah,

ES
Celph
up
Ah
I solemnly swear, is my testimony
I'mma it one hundred while the rest are phony
I'm wilding out like is my mission
I ain't to be crucified by the system
You should heed, I advise you to listen
Watch me knees, I'm surprising my victims
The question who am I when I'm spitting?
me the MC, I ain't no new edition
My mind's a coliseum, I spit that glisten
The beat is my journal these lines will get written
Been through the garden, ate the that's forbidden
So back the f**k up I'm removing my fitted
You could never walk in these you don't fit in
all say you're hot but that is just your opinion
Y'all can all die in the spot you sit in
AOTP, the has risen

All we do is pray! till the game back
why we sitting here building spitting flame on track
So you say? don't matter at all
So we sit here and wait till God answer the call

All we do is pray! till the come back
That's why we sitting here building flame on track
So what you don't matter at all
So we gonna sit and wait till God answer the call

[Verse 2]

such a pity, ain't nothing pretty, lyrics bury cats
Under one and fifty tons of scum in the city
You say you're popping and stunting like Diddy
But your pockets be flatter than a model's or titties
Why you like you're rugged and gritty?
Why I spit it so hot? Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than Biggie and
I'm from that 90's era where that Polo wasn't jig enough
But and Louis and Prada shit wasn't big enough
I would spit it ridiculous, on point like Rondo
Y'all bring up the rear like a J-Lo
No, don't want no beef, they all want their teeth
I may go so lay low pronto, chief
Four in a year, that's more than in your whole career
They all bang, battle out, do more than end your career
So severe, I beat you with a folding chair,
what the game's missing

All we do is pray! till the come back
That's why we sitting here building flame on track
So what you say? don't at all
So we sit here and wait till God answer the call

All we do is pray! till the come back
That's why we here building spitting flame on track
So what you say? matter at all
So we sit here and wait till God answer the call
[Verse 3] Celph

Yeah yeah, paper No I wanna see that iron buck (buck)
They be robbing so I keep that fryer tucked (brrat)
Try to have these taken from me
You end up red and like a female cop on their monthly
Dumping student in front of the student body, air em out
Beacon on my telling me where's your whereabouts (where?)
Magazine drums have your bobbing
Dead nonstop nodding downhill in a toboggan (oh)
the uz through your house in Honolulu (ooch oww)
Throw a grenade at you (luau)
Am I Oh yeah, best believe it
Rap supervisor pop up on with firearms, true surpriser
We'll be an upside-down visor
And it be a whack fashion trend either
More like Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice shit, hotel balcony (nope)
My monsoon is Tom Cruise famous

All we do is pray! till the game come
why we sitting here building spitting flame on track
So what you say? matter at all
So we gonna sit here and wait till God the call

All we do is pray! the game come back
That's why we sitting building spitting flame on track
So what you don't matter at all
So we gonna sit here and wait God answer the call
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Crypt, ES &
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