Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting on the Wall

We on some of the Opera shit
It's the gothic shit as I produce the mask
You ask the question, "Who's the man behind the red mask?"
to a drive-by on MC's so listen, aiyyo

Yo my mic check is
Run the track till my lyrical GigaPet slow flow
Cardiac arrest like FloJo, rock ice
Pack fo-fo fo' though

More and more cream, and niggaz still love you
The game of death, we kickin' niggaz in the chest like
My wingspan is wider than
My sweet and sour niggaz wit' candy sniff blow by the gram

I slam, before I eat a groupie bitch pussy
The Honorable Minister Louis is eatin' ham
So catch me in Deep Nine
Wit eight million stories on seven

And six billion bullets on the Star
Solid state logic thug niggaz
Eat, drink, sleep, shit, fuck, build and smoke
Playa, this is not a game, I said it

Went through the door I came wit
The formerly know as you
Got snatched out his truck on Florence and Normandy
We Digital

Yo, yo, yo, yo
The Starfighter, my thoughts make the sun shine brighter
I bust in a bitch mouth to her teeth seem whiter
like space drones through all time zones

Your face get blown, I make home, Bobby'll fuck Grace
Mocha caps without lithium
Raise the pendulum cuts through your ear tissue, Digital
Scramble your brain we gain the visuals

Like Microsoft, I might before the lights go off
You develic bitches, I give your tonsils stitches
Bobby long storm, even fuck the Witches