Luyện nghe bài hát Contra Mantra

[Verse 1] the warchild
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 suicide is my
I ain't to be crucified by the system
You should take heed, I you to listen
me break knees, I'm surprising my victims
The question who am I when I'm spitting?
It's me the MC, I no new edition
My mind's a coliseum, I spit that glisten
The beat is my 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 never walk in these shoes you don't fit in
Y'all all say you're hot but is just your opinion
Y'all can all die in the spot you sit in
AOTP, the has risen

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

All we do is pray! till the game come
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

2] Esoteric

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

All we do is pray! till the game back
That's why we sitting here building spitting 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 game come
That's why we sitting here building spitting on track
So what you say? matter at all
So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the
[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 these taken from me
You end up red and blue like a female cop on their
Dumping student bodies in front of the body, air em out
Beacon on my radar telling me where's whereabouts (where?)
Magazine drums have head bobbing
Dead body nodding downhill in a toboggan (oh)
Shoot the uz through your in Honolulu (ooch oww)
Throw a pineapple 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, Vanilla Ice shit, hotel balcony (nope)
My monsoon is Tom Valkyrie famous

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

All we do is pray! till the come back
That's why we sitting 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 &
Games