Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Livin'

I got a freaky freak, give you a freak you turns em out
I put them in a row and turn out Queens no doubt
Don't need a vest, but flow like bullets through shootouts
I be the supernatural, so check it out
I was concieved in the of an inferno
The ninth month I out my mom's vaginal
Cavity, now I'm surrounded by and freaks
Had to watch my back in the New streets
Fly, an aeroplane, more powerful than the engine of an A train
Won't stress my
You know the fame has men sold and bought
In a single bound, I let the criminal
Walk through the desert and perspire
the microphone, the whole joint catches afire
Use the opportunity to the devil a liar
And I won't stop shit til I'm forced to retire
that's how I'm living
I can stroke all and not bust a nut
Swim a sea of razorblades and not get cut
When I do my I aim for the gut
And despise those nasty guys hit shit in the butt
Blaze like spliffs back in the days
When I bag shit up trays, nowadays
I bag 'em up dimes and not even the Devil
Can me cause it's matter under mind
I'm up your mind like a hallucinogen
(Are you hot, Lord?) I heat it up halogen
Burn MC's, their children, and children's children
polarity and make your girl's hell heaven
More intelligent MacGuyver
to pull off on a stunt like an Indy car driver
Thoughts too intense, brainwaves cut barbed wire
Run's a reverend, sucker MC's call me sire
Push for my forces to crush your fortress
Signals of stress, your whole put to death
Bring your white Superman and I'll rip that S off his chest
that's just how I'm living
I dedicate my life to taking heads
I break on the beats scissors break on my dreads
Instead of eating and living savagely
I aspire to excell to the degree
Of living, now how you living, a turkey on Thanksgiving
Me? I keep it tight and it down like a virgin's pops
>From crack rocks to suburbian I'm hot
forget or have you forgot that I'm a surgeon, Ak-
Bar, once outran a
Slept in a den and escaped without a scar
my eyes and comence the star travel
Fred Flintstone's out a job because I turn hard rocks to
Babble, never, the weather
a few jams back, whatever's, clever
Even the of rude can't test because I'm protectes
the Breastplate of Righteousness
And just how I'm living