Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting on the Wall

We on some Phantom of the shit
It's the gothic shit as I produce the 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 track till my lyrical GigaPet slow
Cardiac like FloJo, rock ice Ro-Ro
Pack fo-fo fo' though

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

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

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

Went the door I came wit Wu-Tang
The artist formerly as you
Got out his truck on Florence and Normandy Duke
We strictly

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

Your face get blown, I make home, fuck Grace Jones
Mocha caps lithium cristal
Raise the pendulum cuts through your ear tissue, signal
Scramble brain then we gain the visuals

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