Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Like an Enemy

[Hell
Yeah, yo
I'm like a whirlwind wit words of wisdom
In the ghetto only promised a and system
We complete the solar system
Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and and beat breaks
be a court date recorded on tape
Hell Raizah the mic and send your show to a wake
Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off weight
We negotiate wit .38's in a face
GZA came wit the Liquid killin you all
I'm the virus in the street get in your paws
See me jumpin four-doors wit my road dogs
All you want wars when you don't 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 ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy)
AND IF YOU'RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come me)

Priest]
I heard the sweet words from sour
Vent poison in the of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years
Shed a tear for the underwear under the
Left naked in the from hunger and fear
Shots were in the darkest moments
Niggas missed targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
Sacreligious, of atonement
Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for I zone wit
Priest I blow amongst twelve thugs
a cup of blood
We trained the same time Peter a slug
We all trapped in this scared to wake up
I seen a whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
Streets are filled wit goons and bloody
I seen my friend fall, clutchin his stomach
Caught him off-guard, foldin his
like a life never ends, never know when it's comin

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

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

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