Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Like an Enemy

Yeah, yeah, yo

I'm like a whirlwind spinnin' with words of
In the only promised a hearse and system
We complete like the solar
Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and breaks

Everyday be a date recorded on tape
Hell Raizah grab the mic and your show to a wake
Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead
We with 38's in a no face

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

You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of
Besides keyboards, thing I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabees, rapidly
Aiyyo Prodigal, niggas is wit blasphemy

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

I heard the sweet words from sour
Vent in the ears of the Grown-z's dead head for years
Shed a for the underwear under the stairs
Left naked in the shame hunger and fear

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

Priest I blow bread amongst thugs
a cup of blood
We trained the same time Peter a slug
We all trapped in this scared to wake up

I a phantom 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, foldin' his
like a life never ends, never know when it's comin'

Vocal imbalance, a code of converses violent
Live from medallion, dealin' equality
You stop to see profiles of me
Mic of me, lifestyles of me

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

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

A day and night scene, livin' in the time machine
a lime green, six on the spleen over some green
Surrounded by crooks, a life jux and bloody heist
It's a deadly price but the gun for ice price

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

And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up
phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
Niggas is comical, fuckin' with the
Son, I you, you won't live to see tomorrow

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

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

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