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

Ma, I'm sorry who the f*** I AM, I can't trust my
Out of luck, no plans
My stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand
You said if I would sober up, I'd be a man
out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't
But every church in the world can't our children
I out late, you heard shots, thought it would be
Your older son on the dead, but fortunately
The bullets had other names on it, the brother was blind
I hit the el, we yell out, "It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled bl**** from my door
Little was at war
And little did I what you saw
Crew deep with a few heat, now time we settle the score

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

Rip the FREEWAY, through MEMPHIS with money bags
in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat BEANS fast
And bring it back up top, remove the fake of New York
You show off, I count off when you 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 that's for certain, you clone me, your clothes line
I'd rather Sean John, bore me your fake coke rhymes
And those times, they never took place, you
Hung was first court case, you had no priors
You master fabricated of streets and sound slick
Have you surrounded, you and the you down with

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