Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

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

2]
Remember rules of ancient, crusty basements, study like spaceships
Ain't no probin' wid metal temperature placements
Teeth of a dragon, face of a
Children of Zion bleeds who defacate iron
Burnt in flames we firin' and the bible insane
Unknown son to the sun we're astral residents
than rap let's make this album decadence
Turn to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel Aviv
Buildin' the food type heart with the left plate
Confess stay, raw stones 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, killers do
There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the physical
Break through, I be on the for other niggaz
Race and prostitutes just as sinful as jail niggaz

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