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 the solar system
Play your space, I get off of treble and bass and beat breaks
Everyday be a court date recorded on
Hell Raizah grab the mic and your show to a wake
Cut off a snakehead the way I cut off dead weight
We negotiate wit .38's in a ?nor?
GZA came wit the Liquid killin you all
I'm the virus in the street get in your paws
See me jumpin outta wit my road dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you know laws
You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of
keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabee, K-P-P
Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is wit blasphemy

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

Priest]
I heard the sweet words from sour
Vent in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years
Shed a tear for the underwear the stairs
naked in the shame from hunger and fear
Shots fired in the darkest moments
Niggas they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
Sacreligious, days of
Sing a wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit
Priest I blow bread amongst twelve
a cup of blood
We trained the time Peter sprayed a slug
We all trapped in this scared to wake up
I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry
Streets are filled wit goons and niggas
I seen my fall, clutchin holdin his stomach
Caught him off-guard, foldin his
It's like a life never ends, never know it's comin

Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses
Live from medalion, ?nometry? dealin
You stop to see profiles of me
Mic styles of me, of me
Parallel prophecy, degree
Complete the formation, the salvation
A Wu nation, do the no hatin
No misbehavin, affiliation
Artist in occupation together
Brain stainin, metaphor
This generation, a calculation
No elevation, time wastin and live

Sun]
A day and night crime scene, livin in the machine
a lime 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 this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and
Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy up the hustle
It's a struggle, in wit sin we fondle men
Plus a prison, ain't no and no religion
And inner chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical
Cash phenomenal, blast at your
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, Smith like Rollo
(Let's mark ass nigga)

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