Luyện nghe bài hát Hell

Follow for now, for no formidable
I've been formed to
For fucks familiar foes first
fondlin' female MC's fiercely
Focus upon the
That facts can be fabricated to lies
My phonetics alone forces
MC's into on the fly

me, for real-a
Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of gorillas
Make the whole world us
the crack to the cap peelers
To the niggaz in the
Shootin' craps the Axe-wheelers
Relax till it's, for the immaculate miraculous
Thirteen, oow, the illest!

To all my niggaz who shitted on, let's get it on
Think I'm let it hang, and sit it on
The desk of any record exec
I strike 'em wit' the right hand, send 'em a
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This is Hell, incest kids under
In the corner clutchin' genitals by the dresser
A CC's of the uncut cleanest
In the vein, twenty-four of intravenous
To the left, we have right extremists
On a screen a man exposes his breasts with no
Martinez,
as raw as Lady Saw Esocidae

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This is, this is, this is, is
This is, this is, is, this is

Yo, yo, I like I'm one of the livest
One of hip finest, elite rhymers and I plan to graduate 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 recorded dozens of albums
And 'em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still dropped us
We givin' niggaz what the fuck want

A holocaust, stompin' with a thousand man march
I ain't livin' in hell, livin' in me
why, I'm always screamin' on you fuckin' MC's
The shit that I quote, float wit the buoyancy of a
With the potency of a sting to the throat
Overdose that's extremely
Doctors in white lab coats scramble for an antidote to you

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

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