Luyện nghe bài hát Hell

Follow for now, for no fights
I've been to forget
For fucks familiar foes first
Befo' fondlin' female MC's
Focus upon the
That facts can be fabricated to lies
My phonetics forces feeble
into defense on the fly

Feel me, for
get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas
Make the world feel us
From the to the cap peelers
To the niggaz in the
Shootin' craps with the
Relax till it's, time for the immaculate
Thirteen, oow, the illest!

To all my niggaz who been on, let's get it on
I'm gonna let it hang, and sit it on
The desk of any record exec
I strike 'em the right hand, send 'em a step
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This is Hell, incest kids pressure
In the corner clutchin' they by the dresser
A CC's of the uncut cleanest
In the vein, hours of intravenous
To the left, we have right extremists
On a screen a man his breasts with no penis
Martinez,
as raw as Lady Saw Esocidae

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This is, this is, this is, is

Yo, yo, I feel like I'm one of the
One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers and I plan to wit honors
But one day all be a bunch of old-timers wit Alzheimer's
Lookin' at our label's roster how the fuck they forgot us
After we done recorded dozens of
And made 'em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they dropped us
We givin' niggaz what the fuck want

A holocaust, stompin' niggaz a thousand man march
I livin' in hell, hell's livin' in me
That's why, I'm screamin' on you fuckin' MC's
The shit that I quote, float wit the buoyancy of a
With the potency of a scorpion to the throat
Overdose extremely fatal
Doctors in white lab coats scramble for an antidote to you

You can't breathe, your chest feels
skin color's goin' from dark brown to beige-blue
Your whole full of angels
All in your ear tryin' to tell you God you should pray to
You pray to Jesus, but He wanna save you
you unfaithful, so He gives you to Azazel

You're paralyzed on the table
Prayin' for Cannibals to slice you head to navel
You from TV, banned from CD's
Banned from DVD's and down MP3s!