Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Like an Enemy

[Hell
Yeah, yo
I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of
In the ghetto only a hearse and system
We complete like the solar
Play your space, I get hungry off of and bass and beat breaks
Everyday be a court recorded on tape
Hell Raizah grab the mic and your show to a wake
Cut off a the same way I cut off dead weight
We negotiate wit .38's in a ?nor?
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 when you don't laws
You be a rap fraud, you off the top of Billboard
Besides keyboards, only I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabee, rapidly
Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is charged wit

[Hell Razah]
AND ALL THAT ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy)
AND IF YOU'RE FEELIN LIKE AN (come after me)

[Killah
I heard the sweet words from sour
Vent in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years
a tear for the underwear under the stairs
Left in the shame from hunger and fear
were fired in the darkest moments
Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome
Sacreligious, of atonement
Sing a wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit
Priest I blow bread amongst thugs
Drunk a cup of
We trained the same time Peter sprayed a
We all trapped in dream scared to wake up
I a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
are filled wit goons and bloody niggas
I my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach
Caught him off-guard, his hundred
like a life never ends, never know when it's comin

Vocal imbalance, a of silence converses violent
Live from medalion, ?nometry? dealin
You could to see profiles of me
Mic of me, lifestyles of me
prophecy, three-sixty degree
Complete the formation, salute the
A Wu nation, do the no hatin
No misbehavin, affiliation
Artist in together maintainin
stainin, metaphor mutilatin
This generation, a calculation
No elevation, time and live chasin

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

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