Luyện nghe bài hát Ear Drums Pop(Remix)

Affiliation like, Peoples

Watch ear drums pop, pop, pop
Watch your ear pop, pop
Got this rap shit

Asia, ain't a damn thing changed
Changed, changed,

The methods of melodic torture, mic
I'm locally accepted, worldwide
So gimmie and meet your death wish
Dead at the throat floatin' with your neck slit
Be gone, I'm way
My mind shines harder than necklace
I just violate the streets until I Dilate the
Posse cut, the track, annihilate the sequel

Trigger-happy, anxious to earn to stripe it was just put on
Initiation death, burn the mic, now meet your escort
If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you busters
it, you're fuckin' with the spot rushers
Bustin' with brand new cocked

out the metal shop to catch you up close
Dead on the spot, there your manhood
Mad Max, Terror Dome for canned goods
Blaze you with the heat, destroy my with the backward
Easin' up ain't in the plans, I leave MCs no stands
I'll conventions so in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance

Iriscience,
MC
Rakaa you don't fair

Aiyyo, we hit it festivals and we hit it the
We hit it like Brad Pitt did it to Fight
I love it and live it, if you want it, come and get it
I'm Show and AG or Alomar, how I spit it
It's the highly-developed, well-equipped,
You're a if you're soft, pastel or delicate
I'm 'cause everything goes at pro caliber
A top competitor, a world class

Spell-the-name-right.com, the site
Like they check the date on a dime from satellites
I move like Coltrane, pushin' the blue
Rakaa's my name, Fatal like Hussein
With Planet Asia, Defari and
Tha Ag and Ev deliver the weather fast
Joey and a butcher named Babs Dilated
Now take that shit to the lab

Man,
From L.A. and finest

They wanna jack who step up and I'll
Invade and face the rage of a twelve gauge
Yo chump, I'm not that guy, my name's
I roll with the fo' logo, the open eye
Dilated, heavy rotated, Golden
So many of the sound that me and Ev created
Everybody wanna be rhymin' with two feet
That's like a cripple man in lane five at the meet

You wishin' on a star but you at the sun
I be the one who takes it so serious, more than fun
Pro sport with a bottle of Crown and quart of
The ink up the paper in a matter of minutes
from Brooklyn or Venice, I travel with mental fitness
Takin' out you and you don't know how I did this
So quit it, quit with the nonsense, you
Leave the hip hop and get your fix from a pharmacy

fresh [Incomprehensible]
Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic

I read the New Testament and it up for Lent
All the I went just to pay my rent
Used to keep me bent on a ritual
Cock my hammer, spit a like Haley
I'll buck a three-eighty on ones that act
I'm original Grady, check my Sanford, Son

You know, you ain't the one that rep wood status
I'll bust that ass, your eyes on the floor
What you here for, son, you know the law
Let's take it back to the house, off your blouse
Lift up your skirt and expose your
For the world to see, you rep it like me
I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist,
Scandalous, masacous, miss battalist
You must be crazy or just plain
You might catch a down, now where I come from
like that

Crescent Heights, get the right
You know my mothafuckin'

Yo, yo, Tha Agony, a superhero creatin' miracles
Analyze this like Robert DeNiro with your air-tight lungs
Got stupid ass [Incomprehensible]
Chewin gum, bitin' your tongue,
is it that you're really needin'?
Is it fresh air to breathin', a bank account so plenty of in
Take into consideration with every situation that facin'
Analyze the

What's the
Who does the work, who does the paper work?
Who's the president behind the desk, the best
Too fake fraudulent artists, ignoramusses
famous-es, tryin' to steal my whole name in this
That's why every is documented
It's the rhymes that I invented
R-rated, Phil Tha and Dilated
Crescent Heights, stealin' your height, violated

76 bomb lyricist
Evidence got another mission

Yo y'all, my is timeless
A with no hands, a hourglass with no sand
My life span's been written before anyone cloths or
I've their path but what I've said just passed
The lab cat's back, that's why I feel like I've been
To to occasions with hits like Pete Rose

Speak to but once I say when
No allowed, sketch my letters in pen
Permanent ink, unleaded gas tank ready to
Open all flows in perfect border in
Total chaos, confusion
You just the playoffs, yo, my team's not losin'

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