Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Like an Enemy

[Hell
Yeah, yo
I'm like a spinnin wit words of wisdom
In the ghetto only a hearse and system
We complete like the system
Play space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks
Everyday be a court date recorded on
Hell Raizah grab the mic and send show to a wake
Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead
We negotiate wit .38's in a 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, only I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabee, rapidly
Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is wit blasphemy

Chorus Razah]
AND ALL HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy)
AND IF FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me)

Priest]
I the sweet words from sour tongues
Vent poison in the of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years
Shed a tear for the underwear under the
naked in the shame from hunger and fear
Shots were fired in the darkest
Niggas missed they targets, hit the when the chrome spit
Sacreligious, days of
Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for I zone wit
Priest I blow bread amongst thugs
Drunk a cup of
We the same time Peter sprayed a slug
We all trapped in dream scared to wake up
I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry
Streets are filled wit and bloody niggas
I my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach
him off-guard, foldin his hundred
It's a life never ends, never know when it's comin

Vocal imbalance, a code of converses violent
from medalion, ?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 knowledge no
No misbehavin, lyrical
Artist in occupation maintainin
Brain stainin, metaphor
This generation, a calculation
No elevation, time wastin and live

[Prodigal
A day and crime scene, livin in the time machine
Blaze a green, six on the spleen over some green
Surrounded by crooks, a wit jux and bloody heist
It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice
In hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble
Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy up the hustle
It's a struggle, in wit sin we fondle men
a prison, ain't no division and no religion
And city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical
phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the
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 Rollo
(Let's mark ass nigga)

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