Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

1]
When you enter my of worship
Ya crucifix I doubt it Christianity
Y'all recognize this my man album
Flip the pages of Isis Papers killin'
Federal agents, roll up rockin' masks with techs
Computer classified access throw on ya gas mask
The devil's bash flash reflected off the lights blast
(Hopes to those) Leavin' ya deep with ya chromosomes blown
Roamin' the of the phantom zone
(Ask yourself) How can we true equality
When the value and price of life is less than
They tryna call this a
But what the hell is civilized about buildin' weapons and 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 rest'll take the savage to war

2]
Remember rules of ancient, crusty like basements, study like
Ain't no wid metal processors temperature placements
of a dragon, face of a lion
Children of half bleeds who defacate iron
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
mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel Aviv
Buildin' the food pyramid heart with the left plate
Confess stay, raw stones on my breastplate
It seems to me they all had in Nazi thievery
It's ninety six use brains at low frequencies
One time for sharp kids, do biblical
two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical
Break through, I be on the search for niggaz
Race haters and prostitutes just as as jail niggaz

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