Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

1]
When you my house of worship
Ya crucifix I doubt it Christianity
Y'all recognize my man Christ album
Flip the of Isis Papers killin' racist
Federal agents, roll up rockin' with they techs
Computer matrix access throw on ya gas mask
The devil's bash flash reflected off the lights gats
(Hopes to those) ya inner deep with ya chromosomes blown
Roamin' the catacombs of the phantom
(Ask yourself) How can we true equality
When the value and price of life is less technology?
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 like the Ancient Romans
I see the writing on the
The killed the righteous man
but now the rest'll the savage beast to war

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

3]
Accept the phat that's filled with ghetto philosophy
Beatlovers and derelicts plus stenographers
The way they take my words to the and dictate 'em
To they man, like they was in the lab and just 'em
From scratch but we can catch you on parade
in the end you sound like wax
That ten other emcees
I'm throwin' to the willow
When you on the pillow
We'll know when time for finger prints
To be rubbed out with skills
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 soldier
Sworn to the faith rap monk in New Tibet
If you the holy doctrine tell 'em we this crew to get
Now who's next, uh, Non-Phixion, Non-Phixion