Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

Intro: are being made
for me go far beyond the available evidence,
And in fact in cases are often contradictive evidence,
And bothers me.

Forensic psychologist Samual explains,
"You'll probally never Germaine",
speaches, puzzles in pieces,
The deepness, of his glandular excretions,
Realms of and Hell,
Glowin gel, spliced wit' bovine leukemia cells,
in Hell, they call to me
I "What can you offer me?" they reply "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek will inherit the world, Cause they weak,
Standin of two 12 feet,
I dream quasi-Draconian dreams I sleep,
Peyote leafs with the blood of a priest
In a room where the ceiling leaks of grease,
the living eats the dead, and the dead reek,
Rock transforms human beings to beasts,
Why the fuck you think we got teeth?,
It's the stimuli, of watching men cry,
I hope I have time to before I die,
me at the beach, if the sea is outta reach,
Cause when I speak, what's fluid concrete,
Like a up in the sky, Ten-thousand feet,
down at you bitches, lookin at me,
Phase to 45 degrees,
I'm too crooked to see, I the books that I read,
Sucking the breasts of knowledge, constantly weaning,
Unbeseemingly a without meaning,
Trying to visualize what Harry was feeling,
Hand-cuffed under water, breathing,
Near death, on a quest for air,
But why anyone care, he put himself there,
His was based on facing his fears,
To take from the hand of the man upstairs,
He didn't mind the cold he got from his peers,
they couldn't tell him he was going, or how to get there,
It's better to be and fail,
Then to be scared and of yourself, and still get killed,
Don't rhyme I used to, but I still got skills,
than a couple confirmed kills, under the belt,
Huntin like huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the dense for stealth, determined as Hell,
I don't do for anybody, except my self,
stuff a like a trophy on my shelf,
Fuck the promo nigga, i do for dolo,
Flow the first hour to 24 oh oh,
the clock, long as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my cries "don't go",
And if she gimme blow more two times in a row,
I'd rather chill with her, than you wit' a rhyme that I wrote,
Count how many mics I smoked, the goat(ll cool j diss)
Bus is dope, my battlin' average higher most,
I'm on the mic, I release fire from throat,
If you disagree, do it quietly folks,
Anybody better than Bis, be a hoax,
Black man? No, what about the white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you must be sniffin white coke,
Don't you know like Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not even quite close,
I'm great white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 out from the coast,
What the fuck is the Mathers you?
I'll you black and blue, Then 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 most theatrical emcee of all time,
I rip like you, you know the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
Killa cobras, that over Jehova,
In autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, vapours,
Technically words shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for soul that can hear me, I'ma blaze em,
In practice, my style's even greater,
Can't you see I'm spittin, Can't you hear the difference,
to me, you're energetically inefficient,
You need ten the enzymes, to process one of my rhymes,
You got to rewind one of my lines,
Do you how to paraphrase?,
Do yo even understand what the narrorator is to say?,
The climax explodes, can foreshadow my flow,
Figuratively the is too dope,
Acedemic journals my lyrical quotes,
they parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I off strong 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 like observing the birds, above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture tauri a great torus,
With on the chorus, I still sound enormous,
insanity, tryin' to break through humanity's border,
With a new every quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the Mic Club Order,
Baptize you wit' white rum and water,
If you got a hundrd bars, I know you a warrior,
I'll be the one that you, and pins the metal on you,
Dedicate a song to you, now you honorable,
You a record deal?,
Explain the lyrical grand unified field,so I can your skill,
Do it in front of the class, chart it,
And in Latin, not Spanish god-dammit,
back so I can look at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the fuck is whack shit?
You're clumsy and dumb, like a with five thumbs,
Welcome to MicClub, 101