Luyện nghe bài hát Hell

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

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

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

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This is, this is, this is, is
This is, is, this 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 we'll all be a bunch of wit Alzheimer's
Lookin' at our label's roster how the fuck they forgot us
After we done recorded of albums
And made 'em hundreds of thousands of dollars, still dropped us
We givin' niggaz the fuck they want

A holocaust, stompin' with a thousand man march
I ain't livin' in hell, livin' in me
That's why, I'm always 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
that's extremely fatal
Doctors in lab coats scramble for an antidote to save you

You can't breathe, chest feels painful
Your skin color's goin' 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 don't save you
'Cuz you unfaithful, so He you to Azazel

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