Luyện nghe bài hát H to the O-M-O Freestyle

Ma, I'm who the f*** I AM, I can't trust my fans
Out of luck, no plans
My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't
You said if I sober up, I'd be a powerful man
Turned out the life, you prayed I wouldn't
But church in the world can't save our children
I stayed out late, you shots, thought it would be
older son on the ground dead, but fortunately
The bullets had some other names on it, the brother was
I hit the el, than we yell out, "It my time!"
I up shells, one by one, you smelled bl**** from my room door
Little was at war
And little did I care you saw
Crew with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score

But in the projects, I Muhammad, in linen garments
Man, Woman, and Child, the living Prophet
And I'm similar, Bin Aluda Ra
Visqu Allah, fist of dollars in the dice game God
The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, stance
Clothes fit me a crime boss, the menacing man
I see the collapsing, young pregnancies
Young girls are fast and in their Sasoon jeans, no
All this s*** and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary
N Y City, a hold and ride with me

Rip the FREEWAY, through MEMPHIS with money bags
Stop in Philly, order cheese and eat BEANS fast
And bring it up top, remove the fake king of New York
You off, I count off when you sample my voice
I rule you, before, you used to rap like the
NAS designed BLUEPRINT, who you kidding?
Is he H TO THE IZZO, M TO THE
For you phony, the rapping version of SISQO
And for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line
I'd rather Sean John, bore me with your coke rhymes
And times, they never took place, you liar
Hung was your first court case, you had no
You master fabricated stories of streets and slick
you surrounded, you and the faggot you down with

While they NAS, trying to boost their careers
Corny as CORMEGA, all you Hip-Hop
Since ILLMATIC, IT WAS I AM...NASTRADAMUS
That's the answers to the I gave you, now here's a promise
My few albums, instead of projects,
They'll be a difficult test inside the for the mind's optics