Luyện nghe bài hát Contra Mantra

[Verse 1] the warchild
Ah, yeah,

ES
Celph
up
Ah
I solemnly swear, this is my
I'mma keep it one hundred while the rest are
I'm wilding out like suicide is my
I ain't trying to be crucified by the
You should take heed, I advise you to
Watch me break knees, I'm my victims
The remains who am I when I'm spitting?
It's me the MC, I no new edition
My mind's a coliseum, I diamonds that glisten
The is my journal where these lines will get written
Been through the garden, ate the fruit forbidden
So back the f**k up when I'm my fitted
You could never walk in shoes you don't fit in
Y'all all say you're hot but that is your opinion
Y'all can all die in the spot you sit in
AOTP, the underground has

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

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 wait God answer the call

2] Esoteric

It's such a pity, nothing pretty, lyrics bury cats
one hundred and fifty tons of scum in the city
You say you're bottles and stunting like Diddy
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 more Biggie and Pac?
I'm from late 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, stay on like Rondo
Y'all bring up the rear like a J-Lo
No, they don't no beef, they all want their teeth
I may go bronco so lay low pronto,
Four albums in a year, that's than in your whole career
They all bang, out, do more than end your whole career
So severe, I beat you a folding chair, listen
AOTP's what the game's

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

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

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

All we do is pray! till the game come
That's why we sitting here building spitting 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! the game come back
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
Take
Crypt, ES &
over