Luyện nghe bài hát Eternalists

Yeah, now we go
Here we go, come on come on, now we go
Here we go, on come on, yeah

Stay this ain't for the faint hearted
My name's honored my style is insane retarded
Remain from St. Marks to St. Thomas
game farther than the put-put planes charted

The same artist who smoke rain and bang hardest
My brain break a nigga like a lame promise
All city train bombers
Check out the pictures we painted,
More than Kelis naked

Your skills is least debated and your least awaited
Even Big wouldn't let you in 'The Basement'
Face it y'all face down with your legs kicking
They call momma Roy Jones 'cause she raise chicken

You're 'Down for the Count' like Rah Digga I'm spittin'
pigeons say, "Uh uh', no they didn't
Yes, we did so God the kid yo
I got my own so I never his no

In journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an
Soon as we up, I sensed nervousness
As as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to this

In journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an
as we showed up, I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up, niggas burn to thi

we go

Yo we this bullet straight towards your brain
We taking over like Moors in Spain there's to gain
Runaways get the train come on
You ignore the pain no
When it come down like the rain

Caught the train of it clanked across the raw terrain
The cold weather break your like a water main
I looked in your eyes and I saw the
Y'all don't that our greatness came before the chains

No you can't a future where this all can change
If one of us ain't then we all to blame
So we each other fighting project wars and thang
It's all the same the board we fall for game

You wanna see through that shit then you can call my
I chop it up like raw cocaine
I drop gems at top ten, I'm not for the
You wanna test and I bet you get like lost planes yo

In this journey you're the journal I'm the
Am I or an eternalist?
as we showed up, I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to

In this journey you're the I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an
Soon as we up, I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas to this

And it is
Say what? Say what, say what, say

I rock for the purists and I for the players
I for the fellas and I rock for the ladies, come on
I rock for the elders and I for the babies, yeah
I to the sirens that cry in the night, yeah

Live on the mic even I've been dying to write, yeah
Since the days of flying a kite and my bike, come on
Open my eyes and keep the prize my line of sight, yeah
Now cat's drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe,

Seem that's the ghetto way of tryin' to fight
The system that's based on trying to stop you shinning your light
We dying in spite of rich
That's why I like a battle emcee
the tragedies and fallacies

That be niggas quicker than infant mortality
They acting like what's going on now is distant
Behaving so casually they become a casualty
Plus they wanna battle me anyway

They try to walk away but they stumble like Macy
hit the tunnel to rumble and say, "Hey DJ"
Make me wonder why they call Sunday the day

In this journey the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an
Soon as we up, I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up, niggas burn to this

In this journey the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an
Soon as we up, I sensed nervousness
As as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to this

me out