Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Line

As mighty a man ever seen spitting amphetamine
To all those congested, my job raw clean
A to the uncontested, murderer
I your mistake as soon as you're rested, I heard of ya
for your double breasted, bulletproof vest kid
Time is money invested, burning your press kit
Ya HEARD me, chic-ow, bless it and pass it
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 throw a stare in the eyes of uncommon wise
Rise like Nike, shares growing older, effect to snow boulder
Show you love nigga, I'm iceberg cold shoulder
No time for manic, hazy rap attack partner
Future darker than black permanent black...
I you from existence on solid ground
Only twelve inch but long distance, that's all I
Is we hell or is we bound?
I bomb the without a sound
Ain't left around to hear it
Sipping fine and spirits on summer days
By the South Pacific, sound better when specific
look better when explicit
Cheddar get when statistics rise like mama biscuits
All 'n all, I'm having fun gun
world gave me gun, detonate the shells with my tongue
I'm plus I'm well hung
Threat to intellect, also got prize possession sprung
I ride the fine between yours and mine, check the design
cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime
Peep my coming from behind
I'm beaming in your rear view
Get out the left before I steer through
Ain't even to hear you
It was 'til you thought I feared you
Naw, loosen bra bitch
Never rest until I'm considered, the high
then I'll still be bitter, sipping on malted
Through the speech, now it's to walk it
This potent poet, who spit it if he know it
Prefer to it to the hardest of hip hop artist
If you a making baby, finish what you started and be a MAN
God damn, resort to plan be sucking on
For procedure, no time for leisure
The fine line yours and mine, freak the design
Bre-X wondering how rhyme turn sublime
Peep my coming from behind
I'm high beaming in your rear view,
I stop at nothing, my blood stream pumping nothing but utter
cats I describe in this rap production
Suffering from mal concussions, you head bangers catching
First had you lustin'
Now the name Saukrates ringing more than
Double X-L me well, bringing the future
X-L quite me well, bringing the future
You want to for the portrait, here let me shoot you