Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Like an Enemy

Yeah, yeah, yo

I'm like a whirlwind spinnin' words of wisdom
In the ghetto only a hearse and system
We complete like the system
Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and and beat breaks

Everyday be a court date recorded on
Hell Raizah grab the mic and send your show to a
Cut off a snakehead the way I cut off dead weight
We negotiate with in a no face

GZA came wit the Swords killin' you all
I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your
See me jumpin' outta four-doors wit my road
All you soldiers want wars you don't know laws

You be a rap fraud, you off the top of Billboard
keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabees, K-P-P
Prodigal, niggas is charged wit blasphemy

And all hard rock shit
(Charged blasphemy)
And if feelin' like an enemy
(Come me)

I heard the words from sour tongues
Vent poison in the ears of the Grown-z's dead head for
Shed a tear for the underwear under the
Left naked in the shame from and fear

Shots were fired in the moments
Niggas missed targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
Sacreligious, days of
Sing a praise wit a pipe for niggas I zone with

Priest I bread amongst twelve thugs
a cup of blood
We trained the time Peter sprayed a slug
We all trapped in this dream scared to up

I seen a whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
Streets are filled wit and bloody niggas
I seen my friend fall, clutchin', his stomach
Caught him off-guard, his hundred
It's like a life never ends, never know it's comin'

Vocal imbalance, a code of converses violent
Live from medallion, nometry dealin'
You could to see profiles of me
Mic styles of me, of me

Parallel prophecy, three-sixty
Complete the formation, salute the
A Wu nation, do the knowledge no
No misbehavin', affiliation

Artist in occupation together
Brain stainin', metaphor
generation, a misleading calculation
No elevation, wastin' and live chasin'

A day and crime scene, livin' in the time machine
Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen some green
Surrounded by crooks, a life with jux and bloody
a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price

In this hell puzzle filled with bitches, and trouble
Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy up the hustle
It's a struggle, in with sin we fondle men
a prison, ain't no division and no religion

And inner city chronicle, thugs get up astronomical
phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
Niggas is comical, fuckin' the abominal
Son, I promise you, you live to see tomorrow

Catch a slug in the back of your head at the
I'm a act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo
(Let's that ass nigga)

And all that hard rock
(Charged blasphemy)
And if you're feelin' like an
(Come me)

And all that hard rock
(Charged blasphemy)
And if you're feelin' like an
(Come me)