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 drive-by on MC's so listen,

Yo my mic is Robo-Tech
Run over the track till my lyrical GigaPet flow
Cardiac arrest like FloJo, rock ice
Pack fo-fo fo' sure

More and cream, and niggaz still love you Rakeem
The game of death, we kickin' niggaz in the chest like
My wingspan is than Rodan
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 Space Nine
Wit million stories on seven continents

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

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

Your face get blown, I home, Bobby'll fuck Grace Jones
Mocha without lithium cristal
Raise the cuts through your ear tissue, Digital signal
Scramble your brain then we the visuals

Microsoft, I might micro-walk before the lights go off
You develic bitches, I give your tonsils eighty
Bobby long storm, even fuck the Eastwick