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 is my mission
I ain't trying to be by the system
You take heed, I advise you to listen
Watch me break knees, I'm surprising my
The question remains who am I when I'm
me the MC, I ain't no new edition
My mind's a coliseum, I spit diamonds that
The beat is my journal where lines will get written
through the garden, ate the fruit that's forbidden
So back the f**k up when I'm my fitted
You could never in these shoes you don't fit in
Y'all all say you're hot but that is just 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 sitting here spitting flame on track
So what you say? 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 spitting on track
So what you say? matter at all
So we gonna sit here and till God answer the call

[Verse 2]

It's such a pity, ain't nothing pretty, lyrics cats
Under one hundred and fifty of scum in the city
You say you're popping bottles and stunting like
But your pockets be flatter a model's stomach 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 Biggie and Pac?
I'm from that 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 like Rondo
bring 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
Four albums in a year, that's more in your whole career
all bang, battle out, do more than end your whole career
So severe, I beat you with a folding chair,
AOTP's what the missing

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

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

All we do is pray! till the game 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
why we sitting here building spitting flame on track
So what you say? don't at all
So we gonna sit here and till God answer the call
Take
Crypt, ES &
over