Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Line

As mighty a man you've ever seen spitting
To all those congested, my job raw clean
A toast to the uncontested,
I mark your mistake as as you're rested, I heard of ya
Unattended for your breasted, bulletproof vest kid
Time is money well invested, your press kit
Ya HEARD me, chic-ow, it and pass it leftwards
protested, the living proof manifested
Winkled your face, you better it, menage-a-trois
Put fist in thought, care to test it? If you dare I
Motionless, I a stare in the eyes of uncommon wise soldier
like Nike, shares growing older, snowball effect to snow boulder
Show you love nigga, I'm iceberg cold shoulder
No for your manic, hazy rap attack partner
darker than black permanent black... marker
I part you existence on solid ground
Only twelve inch but long distance, that's all I
Is we or is we heaven bound?
I the target without a sound
Ain't nobody left around to it
fine wine and spirits on summer days
By the South Pacific, cheddar sound better when
look better when explicit
Cheddar get better statistics rise like mama biscuits
All 'n all, I'm having fun gun
'Cause world gave me gun, detonate the shells my tongue
I'm plus I'm well hung
Threat to intellect, also got your prize possession
I ride the fine line between yours and mine, check the
cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime
Peep my shines coming behind
I'm high beaming in your rear
Get out the left lane before I through
Ain't trying to hear you
It was important 'til you thought I you
Naw, loosen your bra
Never rest until I'm considered, the high
Even I'll still be bitter, sipping on malted
Through the speech, now it's time to it
This potent poet, who only spit it if he it
Prefer to show it to the hardest of hip hop
If you a baby making baby, finish you started and be a MAN
God damn, resort to plan be on candy
For delicate procedure, no for leisure
The fine line yours and mine, freak the design
Bre-X cats how rhyme turn sublime
Peep my shines from behind
I'm high beaming in your view, CRASH
I at nothing, my blood stream pumping nothing but utter destruction
Towards cats I describe in this rap
Suffering from mal concussions, you head catching repercussion
First impression had you
Now the Saukrates ringing more than bells
Double X-L me well, bringing the future
Double X-L me well, bringing the future
You want to poise for the portrait, let me shoot you