Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting on the Wall

We on some Phantom of the Opera
It's the gothic shit as I the waterproof 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 is Robo-Tech
Run over the track my lyrical GigaPet slow flow
Cardiac arrest like FloJo, rock ice
Pack fo' sure 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 Rodan
My sweet and sour niggaz wit' nose candy sniff by the gram

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

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

Went through the I came wit Wu-Tang
The formerly know as you
Got snatched out his on Florence and Normandy Duke
We strictly

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

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

Like Microsoft, I might micro-walk before the go off
You develic bitches, I give your eighty stitches
Bobby long storm, fuck the Eastwick Witches