Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting on the Wall

We on some of the Opera shit
It's the gothic as I produce the waterproof mask
You never ask the question, "Who's the man the red mask?"
to a drive-by on MC's so listen, aiyyo

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

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

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

And six billion bullets on the Trek
Solid state logic niggaz electronic
Eat, drink, sleep, shit, fuck, and smoke chronic
Playa, this is not a game, I it before

Went through the door I came wit
The artist formerly as you
Got snatched out his truck on Florence and Duke
We strictly

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

Your face get blown, I make home, Bobby'll fuck Grace
Mocha caps without cristal
Raise the pendulum through your ear tissue, Digital signal
your brain then 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 Eastwick