Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Schnikes

i throw with mystical precision and statistical division
its my mission to kill the emissions let off by egotistical visions
what youve found is the sound of the Sound underground
give me three rounds, ill you and your crew crew into the ground

what you call "hot shit" ill turn goo goo
youll be lookin for glue to fix you and foo crew
dont need caribou lou to get my ass
just need inspiration to give your crew a

some fools like to spit their babes, their dates
but all i is my mates, single is one of my traits
i sit and wait, ill sedate my fate and turn it into great
ill give you the bait, you just better take it its too late

i support wangster prevention, send fakes to detention
dont even the haters, im on a different dimension
its my intention to be wrenchin the from you to me
ascension to the top, king of the seven

man, dont about how your a veteran in this game
damn right im a rook, but im also lyrically
all i need is name, then ill put it to shame,
and take you and your crew out of the frame

game. you have it or you it, its a fact
and to be exact you just got verbally
and verbally capped, and overlapped
i to extract the fact that your flow is whacked

i come from the nest of the best, the side of the west
if i get stressed or messed by pests who wanna
i will not rest, the industry punches in bunches
but ill take it as fruit punch and drink it up with my

you may have that this rappers a criminal
but damn wron, i like to keep my profile minimal
if your really gonna put that on me
then do it on the stage and not on the

i adapt to the environment, so while reach retirement
ill keep doin what i do to reach the new days
yourself, put that record back on the shelf
all they talk about is wealth, i like to with a little more stealth in my step

but yep yep if you wanna i aint scared to rep my city
cuz compared to my city yours is itty-bitty and your roots are kinda
first came diddy, then came fitty, came the white boy whose pretty witty
i dont pity the rappers ignore the nitty-gritty
like a hopeless kitty faced against my one-man committee

(you better get a shovel ready NOW)

to up the remains when i squeeze your brain
and my lyrics run you like a steamrolling train
i spit acid rain, its bound to get in your and burn holes in your whitey-tidey hanes

yo, when you fools class i got an education
see, now you work a gas station and im primed to rock the
i rise to the occasion, and with each new creation yet more elation
and to the equation

i paid my dues while my peers sipped on booze
i had to choose between that and on mountain dews
so i took green stuff and i chugged ten of em
and at a drunk party i was sicker than percent of em

i dont aspire to retire with of buyers,
its already been established my flow is on fire
lets go rap on a telephone wire
i will continue to fly and defy the liars,

i dont need a record label or my face on
to enable my at the head of the table
the steed's out of the stable, and im here to
your hair turns gray and your straight turns gay

give me a beat, take a seat, feel the and tap your feet
i in the underground and the mic is my wheat
give me a pen and a sheet and ill cook up a
you cannot defeat skewered, the new elite

i bet it you when i triple-dog dare you to bear your teeth
and you get buried beneath a sheet of and grief
cuz on the stage im a theif, i care what heppens, it gets hectic
my opponents the pressure, the weak ones turn dyslexic

hate it or love it the on top
cuz mainstream seems to flip-flop bullshit and hip-hop
it ever stop? well it doesnt matter, im here
and for opponent MCs, the end is near