Luyện nghe bài hát Ear Drums Pop(Remix)

Affiliation like, Peoples

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

Planet Asia, a damn thing changed
Changed, changed,

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

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

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

Iriscience,
MC
Rakaa you don't rhyme

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

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

Man,
From L.A. and it's

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

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

fresh [Incomprehensible]
Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic

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

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

Crescent Heights, get the name
You know my name

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

What's the
Who does the label work, who does the paper
Who's the behind the desk, reclinin' the best
Too many fake artists, ignoramusses
Gettin' famous-es, to steal my whole name in this
why every move is documented
It's the rhymes that I invented
R-rated, Phil Tha and Dilated
Crescent Heights, we're your height, violated

76 bomb lyricist
got another sound mission

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

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

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