Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting on the Wall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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