Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

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

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

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