Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

Intro: Claims are made
That for me go far the available evidence,
And in fact in many cases are contradictive evidence,
And bothers me.

Forensic psychologist Samual explains,
"You'll never understand Germaine",
speaches, puzzles in pieces,
The deepness, of his glandular excretions,
Realms of and Hell,
Glowin angelic gel, spliced wit' bovine cells,
Demons in Hell, they to me
I scream "What can you offer me?" they "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek will never inherit the world, Cause weak,
Standin of two 12 feet,
I dream quasi-Draconian when I sleep,
Peyote mixed with the blood of a priest
In a room the ceiling leaks of crimson grease,
Where the living eats the dead, and the reek,
bottom transforms human beings to beasts,
Why the you think we got canine teeth?,
It's the optical stimuli, of men cry,
I hope I time to repent before I die,
Bury me at the beach, if the sea is reach,
Cause when I speak, fluid becomes concrete,
Like a falcon up in the sky, feet,
Looking at you bitches, lookin at me,
Phase to 45 degrees,
I'm too crooked to see, I the books that I read,
from the breasts of knowledge, constantly weaning,
Unbeseemingly a without meaning,
Trying to visualize what Harry was feeling,
Hand-cuffed under water, breathing,
death, on a fatal quest for air,
But why anyone care, he put himself there,
His career was based on his fears,
To take destiny from the of the man upstairs,
He mind the cold stares he got from his peers,
they couldn't him where he was going, or how to get there,
It's better to be and fail,
to be scared and unsure of yourself, and still get killed,
Don't rhyme like I to, but I still got skills,
More than a couple kills, under the belt,
Huntin emcees huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the dense brush for stealth, as Hell,
I don't do this for anybody, my self,
a muthafucka like a trophy on my shelf,
Fuck the nigga, i do this for dolo,
Flow from the first to 24 oh oh,
round the clock, as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my girl "don't go",
And if she blow more than two times in a row,
I'd rather chill with her, than kill you wit' a rhyme I wrote,
Count how many I smoked, minus the goat(ll cool j diss)
Bus is dope, my battlin' higher than most,
When I'm on the mic, I release from throat,
If you disagree, do it quietly folks,
better than Bis, Must be a hoax,
Black man? No, what the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you must be great white coke,
Don't you know that's like Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not even that close,
I'm great white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out the coast,
What the fuck is the with you?
I'll beat you black and blue, I'll get a tat of you too,
matter fact put a tatoo of me on you,
A 10 by 10 C-logo, blue,
The theatrical emcee battle of all time,
I rip jackers you, you know the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
Killa cobras, that over Jehova,
In autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
proxide, gaseous vapours,
Technically these words shouldn't rhyme off paper,
In theory, for soul that can hear me, I'ma blaze em,
In practical practice, my style's greater,
Can't you see what I'm spittin, Can't you the difference,
to me, you're energetically inefficient,
You need ten times the enzymes, to one of my rhymes,
You got to rewind one of my lines,
Do you how to paraphrase?,
Do yo even what the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The explodes, nobody can foreshadow my flow,
the language is too dope,
Acedemic journals my lyrical quotes,
they parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off automatically,
I write in an active, or passive capacity,
Poetry I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on of clay mortar mix,
Super, superb, analyze the words,
It's observing the birds, flying above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture tauri a great torus,
singularity on the chorus, I still sound enormous,
Borderlin insanity, to break through humanity's border,
With a new every quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the Mic Club Order,
you wit' Jamaican white rum and water,
If you got a bars, than I know you a warrior,
I'll be the one awards you, and pins the metal on you,
a song to you, cause now you honorable,
You want a deal?,
Explain the grand unified field,so I can test your skill,
Do it in front of the class, chart it,
And write in Latin, not god-dammit,
Step back so I can at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the is that whack shit?
You're clumsy and dumb, a hand with five thumbs,
Welcome to MicClub, 101