Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Like an Enemy

Yeah, yeah, yo

I'm like a whirlwind spinnin' words of wisdom
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 way I cut off dead weight
We negotiate 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 paws
See me jumpin' outta four-doors wit my dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you don't know

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

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

I heard the sweet words from sour
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 hunger and

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

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

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

Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses
Live from medallion, nometry equality
You stop to see profiles of me
Mic of me, lifestyles of me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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