Luyện nghe bài hát DNA

Feel the music son, we got you like a beat
When I press snare, yo, guard your
Press kick, you move your feet, you compete
I got my parked on every street

Im nigga, son of sun, come close and feel the heat
I am the streets, the white lines only separate me me
You hydroplane in gods name and still crash into me
Sign and tree, mountainside, guardrail the sea

They thought they stole you from my arms carried you to me
Heres the key, DNA encoded in a
White in a vial, nigga, aint got nuthin on me
Bitch Im free, ask these at MTV

Far as they know theyre publishing new school poetry
Let it be cause even that do to turn the key
into other worlds, the truth shall set you free
You are me, I am you, but Im he

Shepherd of a bastard that grazes in the streets
Feel the beat nod your head lean back, yo, touch your
Let me see you pop that thang right girl in your seat
Feel the heat, count page amongst your whitest sheets
in my every word slide under countless sheep

Hail Mary, of God
Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my
learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, Pharaoh knows it, son, my is my bond

Tune my heart with mind, my nature, divine
shit into existence back in '79
With the future in my tightly gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right

Ancient align, path of cosmic design
Blood of cause Saturns rings dont need no diamonds to shine
Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented
Language of the mystics with my fist in the sky

Keep your up, we represent the real, my nigga dead up
of the dead, history bled, this nigga fed up
Led us to despair, some into prayer and they let up
Until they got us worshiping them gods instead of the realness
God of the streets, my niggas this

We nod our heads and worship beats
Go ahead and
Its the that makes the cipher complete
And itd displayed through the way the bass marries the beat

Mary, Mother of God
Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my
Niggas learned to their voices when I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, Pharaoh knows it, son, my word is my

Tune my heart with mind, speak my nature,
Callin' shit into existence in '79
With the future in my pocket gripped like a 9
my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time

Ancient niggas align, path of cosmic
Blood of kings cause Saturns rings need no diamonds to shine
Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented
Coded language of the mystics with my in the sky

Keep head up