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 album
Flip the pages of Isis Papers racist
Federal agents, up rockin' masks with they techs
Computer matrix classified throw on ya gas mask
The bash flash reflected off the lights gats blast
(Hopes to those) Leavin' ya inner with ya chromosomes blown
the catacombs of the phantom zone
(Ask yourself) How can we obtain true
When the value and price of is less than technology?
tryna call this a civil-ization
But what the hell is about buildin' weapons and space stations
Cease and just it what it really is
A barbaric society like the Ancient Romans
I see the on the wall
The devil killed the man
but now the rest'll take the savage to war

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

3]
Accept the phat beats filled with ghetto philosophy
Beatlovers and derelicts plus servant
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 made
I'm throwin' to the willow
When you on the pillow
We'll when it's time for finger prints
To be rubbed out Brillo skills
Go through changes includin' cats that 'em
So if you my skills for ransom better kill 'em fore I claim 'em
I don't see Jehovah tellin' you that it ain't
My take the eye of the storm, through this soldier
Sworn to defend the faith rap in New Tibet
If you want the holy tell 'em we this crew to get
Now next, uh, it's Non-Phixion, Non-Phixion