Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Like an Enemy

Yeah, yeah, yo

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

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

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 wars when you don't know laws

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

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

I heard the sweet words sour tongues
Vent poison in the ears of the dead head for years
Shed a for the underwear under the stairs
Left naked in the shame hunger and fear

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

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

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

Vocal imbalance, a code of converses violent
Live from medallion, nometry equality
You could stop to see of me
Mic styles of me, of me

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

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

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

In this puzzle filled with bitches, money and trouble
Stitches, for dummy crummy fuckin' up the hustle
It's a struggle, in jungle with sin we men
Plus a prison, no division and no religion

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

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

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

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