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 while the rest are
I'm wilding out like suicide is my
I trying to be crucified by the system
You take heed, I advise 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 lines will get written
Been through the garden, ate the fruit forbidden
So back the up when I'm removing my fitted
You could never walk in these you don't fit in
Y'all all say you're hot but that is just your
Y'all can all die in the that you sit in
AOTP, the underground has

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

2] Esoteric

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

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

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 here and till God answer the call
[Verse 3] Celph

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

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

All we do is pray! till the come back
That's why we 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
over
Crypt, ES &
Games