Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

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

2]
Remember rules of ancient, crusty basements, study like spaceships
Ain't no wid metal processors temperature placements
of a dragon, face of a lion
Children of Zion half who defacate iron
Burnt in flames we firin' robots and the bible
intelligence son to the sun we're astral residents
Bigger than rap make this album decadence
Turn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel
Buildin' the food pyramid 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 brothers use brains at low
One time for kids, killers do biblical
There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other
through, I be on the search for other niggaz
Race haters and just as sinful as jail niggaz

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