Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Line - Saukrates

(Redman)
Ayo, is PPP right here
and we don't a fuck what y'all doin' in this rap game,
of fact, (sniff) I smell... PUSSY!!!
Yo Sauk, let it bang...

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