Luyện nghe bài hát Ear Drums Pop(Remix)

Affiliation like, Dilated

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

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

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

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

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

Iriscience,
MC
Rakaa you rhyme fair

Aiyyo, we hit it and we hit it the nightclubs
We hit it like Brad Pitt did it to Fight
I love it and it, if you want it, then come and get it
I'm like and AG or Alomar, how I spit it
the highly-developed, well-equipped, intelligent
You're a target if you're soft, or delicate
I'm bold 'cause everything goes at pro
A top competitor, a world traveler

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

Man,
From L.A. and finest

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

You on a star but you lookin' at the sun
I be the one who takes it so serious, it's than fun
Pro with a bottle of Crown and quart of Guiness
The ink fill up the paper in a of minutes
Whether Brooklyn or Venice, I travel with mental fitness
out you suckers 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 brings the devastating mic control

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

You know, you ain't the one that rep pecker wood
I'll bust that ass, your eyes on the floor
What you comin' for, son, you know the law
take it back to the house, slide off your blouse
Lift up your skirt and your panties
For the world to see, you rep it like me
I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist,
Scandalous, masacous, never miss
You must be crazy or just dumb
You catch a beat down, now where I come from
It's that

Crescent Heights, get the right
You know my name

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

the function?
Who does the work, who does the paper work?
Who's the president the desk, reclinin' the best
Too many fake artists, ignoramusses
Gettin' famous-es, tryin' to steal my whole name in
That's why every move is
It's the unprecedented rhymes I invented
R-rated, Phil Tha and Dilated
Crescent Heights, we're stealin' height, violated

76 bomb lyricist
got another sound mission

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

to myself but once I say when
No allowed, sketch my letters in pen
Permanent ink, unleaded gas tank ready to
all flows in perfect border in sync
Total chaos, mass
You just entered the playoffs, yo, my not losin'

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