Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Like an Enemy

[Hell
Yeah, yo
I'm like a spinnin wit words of wisdom
In the ghetto promised a hearse and system
We complete like the system
Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat
Everyday be a court date recorded on
Hell Raizah grab the mic and send your to a wake
Cut off a snakehead the way I cut off dead weight
We negotiate wit .38's in a face
GZA came wit the Liquid killin you all
I'm the in the street that'll get in your paws
See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you don't laws
You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of
Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the
G-G Maccabee, K-P-P
Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is wit blasphemy

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

Priest]
I heard the sweet words from tongues
Vent poison in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for
Shed a tear for the underwear the stairs
Left naked in the from hunger and fear
Shots were fired in the darkest
Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome
Sacreligious, days of
Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I wit
Priest I bread amongst twelve thugs
Drunk a cup of
We trained the same time Peter 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 goons and niggas
I seen my friend fall, clutchin his stomach
Caught him off-guard, his hundred
It's like a life never ends, never when it's comin

Vocal imbalance, a of silence converses violent
Live from medalion, dealin equality
You could stop to see of me
Mic styles of me, of me
prophecy, three-sixty degree
Complete the formation, salute the
A Wu nation, do the knowledge no
No misbehavin, lyrical
Artist in occupation together
Brain stainin, metaphor
This generation, a calculation
No elevation, time wastin and chasin

[Prodigal
A day and night scene, livin in the time machine
Blaze a lime green, six on the over some green
Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and heist
It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice
In this puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble
Stitches, for dummy crummy fuckin up the hustle
It's a struggle, in wit sin we fondle men
Plus a prison, ain't no and no religion
And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up
phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the
Son, I you, you won't live to see tomorrow
Catch a slug in the back of your head at the
I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like
(Let's that ass nigga)

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