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?"
About to a on MC's so listen, aiyyo

Yo my mic is Robo-Tech
Run over the track till my lyrical GigaPet flow
arrest like 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 wider Rodan
My sweet and sour niggaz wit' candy sniff blow by the gram

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

And six billion bullets on the Star
Solid state logic thug niggaz
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 formerly know as you
Got snatched out his on Florence and Normandy Duke
We strictly

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

face get blown, I make home, Bobby'll fuck Grace Jones
Mocha caps lithium cristal
Raise the pendulum cuts your ear tissue, Digital signal
Scramble your brain then we gain the

Like Microsoft, I micro-walk before the lights go off
You develic bitches, I your tonsils eighty stitches
Bobby storm, even fuck the Eastwick Witches