Luyện nghe bài hát Contra Mantra

[Verse 1] the warchild
Ah, yeah,

ES
Celph
up
Ah
I swear, this is my testimony
I'mma keep it one hundred the rest are phony
I'm wilding out like is my mission
I trying to be crucified by the system
You should take heed, I you to listen
Watch me break knees, I'm my victims
The question remains who am I when I'm
me the MC, I ain't no new edition
My mind's a coliseum, I diamonds that glisten
The beat is my journal where these lines get written
through the garden, ate the fruit that's forbidden
So back the up when I'm removing my fitted
You could never walk in these shoes you fit in
Y'all all say you're hot but that is just opinion
can all die in the spot that you sit in
AOTP, the underground has

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

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 gonna sit here and wait till God the call

[Verse 2]

It's such a pity, ain't pretty, lyrics bury cats
Under one hundred and fifty of scum in the city
You say you're popping bottles and stunting Diddy
But your pockets be flatter than a model's or titties
Why you fronting you're rugged and gritty?
Why I spit it so hot? Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than and Pac?
I'm that late 90's era where that Polo wasn't jig enough
But Gucci and Louis and Prada shit wasn't big
I would spit it ridiculous, stay on point Rondo
Y'all up the rear like a J-Lo convo
No, they don't want no beef, they all their teeth
I may go so lay low pronto, chief
albums 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 a folding chair, listen
AOTP's the game's missing

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

All we do is pray! till the game back
That's why we sitting here building spitting flame on
So what you say? don't at all
So we gonna sit and wait till God answer the call
[Verse 3] Titled

yeah, paper money? No I wanna see that iron buck (buck)
They be robbing hoods so I keep that fryer (brrat)
Try to these props taken from me
You end up red and blue like a cop on their monthly
Dumping student in front of the student body, air em out
Beacon on my radar me where's your whereabouts (where?)
Magazine drums have head bobbing
Dead body nonstop nodding downhill in a (oh)
Shoot the uz your house in Honolulu (ooch oww)
Throw a pineapple at you (luau)
Am I conceited? Oh yeah, believe it
Rap supervisor pop up on with firearms, true surpriser
We'll be rocking an upside-down
And it won't be a whack fashion trend
More like Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice shit, hotel dangling (nope)
My is Tom Cruise Valkyrie famous

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

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