Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Like an Enemy

[Hell
Yeah, yo
I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of
In the ghetto promised a hearse and system
We like the solar system
Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and and beat breaks
Everyday be a court date on tape
Hell Raizah grab the mic and send your to a wake
Cut off a the same way I cut off dead weight
We wit .38's in a ?nor? face
GZA came wit the Swords killin 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
Besides keyboards, thing I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabee, K-P-P
Aiyyo Prodical, is charged wit blasphemy

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

Priest]
I heard the words from sour tongues
Vent poison in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for
Shed a tear for the underwear under the
Left in the shame from hunger and fear
Shots were fired in the moments
missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
Sacreligious, days of
Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for I zone wit
I blow bread amongst twelve thugs
Drunk a cup of
We trained the time Peter sprayed a slug
We all trapped in this dream scared to up
I seen a whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
Streets are filled wit goons and niggas
I seen my friend fall, clutchin his stomach
him off-guard, foldin 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 of me, lifestyles of me
Parallel prophecy, degree
Complete the formation, the salvation
A Wu nation, do the knowledge no
No misbehavin, lyrical
Artist in occupation together
stainin, metaphor mutilatin
This generation, a calculation
No elevation, time wastin and chasin

Sun]
A day and crime scene, livin in the time 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 for ice price
In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and
Stitches, for knuckles crummy fuckin up the hustle
a struggle, in jungle 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, wit the abominal
Son, I promise you, you live to see tomorrow
Catch a slug in the back of your head at the
I'm a hard act to follow, rugged like Rollo
(Let's mark ass nigga)

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