Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting on the Wall

We on Phantom of the Opera shit
the gothic shit 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 GigaPet slow flow
Cardiac arrest like FloJo, ice Ro-Ro
fo-fo fo' sure though

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

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

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

Went through the door I wit Wu-Tang
The artist know as you
Got snatched out his truck on Florence and Normandy
We strictly

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

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

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