Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

1]
When you enter my of worship
Ya crucifix I doubt it Christianity
Y'all this my man Christ album
the pages of Isis Papers killin' racist
Federal agents, roll up masks with they techs
Computer matrix classified throw on ya gas mask
The devil's bash flash reflected off the gats blast
(Hopes to those) Leavin' ya inner deep with ya chromosomes
Roamin' the of the phantom zone
(Ask yourself) How can we obtain equality
When the value and of life is less than technology?
tryna call this a civil-ization
But the hell is civilized about buildin' weapons and space stations
Cease and just it what it really is
A technologically barbaric society like the Ancient
I see the on the wall
The devil killed the man
but now the take the savage beast to war

2]
Remember rules of ancient, crusty basements, study like spaceships
Ain't no wid metal processors temperature placements
Teeth of a dragon, of a lion
Children of Zion half bleeds who defacate
Burnt in flames we robots and the bible insane
Unknown intelligence son to the sun astral residents
Bigger than rap let's make this album
Turn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel
Buildin' the food pyramid heart with the left plate
Confess stay, raw like on my breastplate
It seems to me they all had hands in Nazi
It's ninety six brothers use brains at low
One time for kids, killers do biblical
two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical
Break through, I be on the for other niggaz
Race and prostitutes just as sinful as jail niggaz

3]
Accept the phat beats that's filled ghetto philosophy
Beatlovers and derelicts plus stenographers
The way they take my to the throat and dictate 'em
To man, like they was in the lab and just made 'em
From scratch but we can catch you on that
in the end you sound like wax
That ten emcees made
I'm throwin' to the willow
you weepin' on the pillow
We'll know when it's time for finger
To be rubbed out with skills
Go through changes includin' cats that 'em
So if you hold my skills for ransom better kill 'em fore I 'em
I see Jehovah tellin' you that it ain't over
My carb the eye of the storm, through this soldier
to defend the faith rap monk in New Tibet
If you want the doctrine tell 'em we this crew to get
Now who's next, uh, Non-Phixion, Non-Phixion