Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

1]
When you enter my of worship
Ya I doubt it only Christianity
Y'all recognize this my man Christ
Flip the pages of Papers killin' racist
agents, roll up rockin' masks with they techs
Computer matrix access throw on ya gas mask
The devil's bash flash off the lights gats blast
(Hopes to those) Leavin' ya inner with ya chromosomes blown
Roamin' the of the phantom zone
(Ask yourself) How can we obtain true
When the value and of life is less than technology?
They tryna call this a
But the hell is civilized about buildin' weapons and space stations
Cease and call it what it really is
A technologically barbaric like the Ancient Romans
I see the writing on the
The devil killed the man
but now the rest'll take the savage to war

2]
Remember rules of ancient, like basements, study like spaceships
Ain't no wid metal processors temperature placements
Teeth of a dragon, face of a
Children of Zion half who defacate iron
Burnt in flames we firin' and the bible insane
Unknown intelligence son to the sun astral residents
Bigger rap let's make this album decadence
mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel Aviv
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 thievery
It's six brothers use brains at low frequencies
One for sharp kids, killers do biblical
There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other
through, I be on the search for other niggaz
Race and prostitutes just as sinful as jail niggaz

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