Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Like an Enemy

[Hell
Yeah, yo
I'm a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom
In the ghetto only promised a hearse and
We complete like the solar
Play space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks
Everyday be a court date on tape
Hell Raizah grab the mic and send show to a wake
Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off weight
We wit .38's in a ?nor? face
GZA came wit the Liquid Swords you all
I'm the virus in the that'll get in your paws
See me jumpin outta wit my road dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you don't know
You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of
keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabee, rapidly
Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is charged wit

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

[Killah
I heard the sweet words sour tongues
poison in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years
Shed a for the underwear under the stairs
Left naked in the shame from and fear
Shots fired in the darkest moments
missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
Sacreligious, days of
a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit
Priest I bread amongst twelve thugs
Drunk a cup of
We trained the same time Peter a slug
We all in this dream scared to wake up
I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, a blurry picture
Streets are filled wit goons and bloody
I seen my friend fall, holdin his stomach
Caught him off-guard, his hundred
It's like a life never ends, know when it's comin

Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses
Live from medalion, ?nometry? equality
You could stop to see of me
Mic of me, lifestyles of me
Parallel prophecy, degree
Complete the formation, salute the
A Wu nation, do the no hatin
No misbehavin, affiliation
in occupation together maintainin
Brain stainin, metaphor
generation, a misleading calculation
No elevation, time and live chasin

Sun]
A day and night scene, livin in the time machine
Blaze a green, six on the spleen over some green
Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and heist
It's a deadly but the gun fiend for ice price
In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, and trouble
Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy up the hustle
It's a struggle, in jungle wit sin we men
Plus a prison, ain't no division and no
And inner city chronicle, thugs get up astronomical
Cash phenomenal, blast at abdominal
is comical, fuckin wit the abominal
Son, I promise you, you won't live to see
Catch a in the back of your head at the Apollo
I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like
(Let's mark ass nigga)

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