Luyện nghe bài hát D&D Soundclash

Feel this, feel
Brooklyn's in the
Brooklyn's in the

S-T, supreme teacher, read you a preacher
you down, make you pay close attention to my ether
My illuminates, removin' the snakes who lay awake
Lovin' to hate but we still

Massagin' the brain, utilize the wisdom
Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to
Some nights I walk the understanding, build cypher
Like Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya

Ignite the marijuana, roll a cigar from
Santana, smokin' in the Coco Cabana
Or in the sauna, doing my Calisthenics
Universal metrics, the hex, cursin' the sexist

Accepting my blessings, remembering my
Take my suggestions
When he told me keep my smith and
For protection, the streets is watching and they
They when you're frontin' and when you're representin'

It's not you be or how you be
Or who you be or you got
sounds, grounds is hot
We comin' through, we tidal in this rap shit
Now how you be, now who you be and you be?

You wanna get the brothers, that's the illest
The microphone have sex my lyrics
Hit shit off, move is doggy style
No ejaculation, last for a while

Flippin' and turnin' and splittin' it, all type
and tuggin' and yokin' it, all type of missions
Crazy, nah, I'm not type of brother
My verses, when they out in the streets, they rubbers

I heard you're drippin', your rap got gonorrhea
Exploitations of nations, look at this, here, yo
Seven days around the ass all in the videos
I know you it, I do too, love the cheese, yo

But is hip hop, stop it, go make a porno
Not hatin', on the mic I'm player scrapin'
Nobody seen it, whole eons change to
I bounce that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual

Thoughts transverse to physical, I it spiritual
I got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the
I just sit on tracks and let it flow

Feel this, feel
Brooklyn's in the
in the house

I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump me?
Constantly, constantly, rollin' a phonta leaf
You know it's beef when you gettin' stomped teeth
Because you and ain't got no claims to the street

You'se the type to get shot and go to the cops
Come to every day, make sure a nigga get locked
But I you had that big glock that you bust a whole lot
Then why my nigga's sittin' up in that little cell

I'm ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes
Niggas who hid-ate, do to get the pid-apes
Love to see me down and out, in my mouth
Steez all sweated out, tied up in my

Can I live and still give, take my on sprees?
Twistin out skeeze out of custom v's?
You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin' the
When B.G.S. is the squad, the stay on the six

Nuff of dem in di valley of dry bones
Dem ah search dem seven seas, dem, ah, throw stick and
M-mh, dey gonna melt like cone
Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final

Well, some ah dem ah star, dem love car
Dem at war and a blur, dem nah reach far
But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah
Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious

A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we dem
We gonna steer far dem
I know that we are kings and we love things
But we not out fi no diamond ring

Yo, I got da Lord in ah mi
So any which part mi come, mi ah go
Trust me, we don't fear
So boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin'

Mi turn dem off like mi of mi light
Jah control di better part of mi