Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

1]
When you enter my house of
Ya I doubt it only Christianity
Y'all recognize my man Christ album
Flip the pages of Papers killin' racist
Federal agents, roll up rockin' masks with techs
Computer matrix classified access throw on ya gas
The devil's bash flash reflected off the lights gats
(Hopes to those) Leavin' ya deep with ya chromosomes blown
Roamin' the catacombs of the zone
(Ask yourself) How can we obtain true
When the value and price of life is less technology?
They tryna this a civil-ization
But what the hell is civilized about buildin' weapons and stations
Cease and call it what it really is
A technologically barbaric society like the Romans
I see the on the wall
The devil the righteous man
but now the rest'll take the beast to war

2]
Remember rules of ancient, crusty like basements, study spaceships
Ain't no probin' wid metal processors 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 we're residents
Bigger rap let's make this album decadence
Turn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel
Buildin' the food pyramid type heart with the plate
stay, raw like stones on my breastplate
It seems to me they all had in Nazi thievery
It's ninety six brothers use brains at low
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 beats that's filled with philosophy
Beatlovers and derelicts plus stenographers
The way they take my to the throat and dictate 'em
To they man, they was in the lab and just made 'em
From scratch but we can catch you on that
Cause in the end you like wax
ten other emcees made
I'm shade to the willow
you weepin' on the pillow
We'll know when it's for finger prints
To be rubbed out Brillo skills
Go changes includin' cats that rearrange 'em
So if you hold my for ransom better kill 'em fore I claim 'em
I don't see Jehovah tellin' you that it over
My carb the eye of the storm, through this soldier
Sworn to defend the faith rap monk in New
If you want the holy doctrine tell 'em we crew to get
Now next, uh, it's Non-Phixion, Non-Phixion