Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Like an Enemy

Yeah, yeah, yo

I'm like a spinnin' with words of wisdom
In the ghetto only promised a and system
We complete 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 the mic and send 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 in the street that'll get in your paws
See me outta four-doors wit my road dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you don't laws

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

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

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

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

Priest I blow bread amongst thugs
Drunk a cup of
We trained the time Peter sprayed a slug
We all trapped in dream scared to wake up

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

imbalance, a code of silence converses violent
Live medallion, nometry dealin' equality
You stop to see profiles of me
Mic styles of me, of me

prophecy, three-sixty degree
Complete the formation, the salvation
A Wu nation, do the no hatin'
No misbehavin', lyrical

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

A day and night scene, livin' in the time machine
Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some
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 sin we fondle men
Plus a prison, no division and no religion

And inner city chronicle, thugs get up astronomical
Cash phenomenal, blast at abdominal
Niggas is comical, with the abominal
Son, I promise you, you won't to see tomorrow

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

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

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