Luyện nghe bài hát Illusory Protection

When I request my flashing
And my hand take on judgment
I take vengeance upon my enemies
And I will those that hazed me

When you got bass all in face
Sub woofers pumpin' all the place
A rap nigga tryna plead his case
It's about to be a

And if you got beehives right before your
About to shit that'll attract the flies
And then you lies followed by some cries
about to be a catastrophe

Half of these rap ain't thoughts prevoked
Just beef 'til they get caught in smoke
But the is never cured, on top of that
of them be swingin' wild and then drop the bat
Many spectators watch the human drama
rap cat was all in the street without his armor

A homicidal attempt that had
He off the roof, on the fence, got impaled
He talked a good one but it was make
Much too low for the human ear to
He confused science fiction with facts
He separate the block from the recorded tracks

Need a rhyme or the tactic, gotta work your
and graphic but the outcome is tragic
Something to a complex network
a panoramic vision designed by experts
I be the ice breaker for you unskilled
I increase the heat significantly, on paper

When you got bass all in your
Sub woofers pumpin' all throughout the
A rap nigga tryna plead his case
It's about to be a

And if you got beehives right before your
About to start shit attract the flies
And then you hear lies followed by cries
It's about to be a

No matter what, I'm an iller dart
I can lay a verse soften a killer's heart
As fire as a five blaze that's too hot to be holding
You feel the heat once the flame pumps lace clothing

What some talk had little or no bearing
the next be some real shit that's far from comparing
Materialistic M.C.'s off boring
Meanwhile, I be sketching up, deposit

Through the years, a countless of victories
the era we swarm unpredictably
A rhyme book is not difficult to
I leave a mic in a from catastrophic damage

Rap niggaz on a trip, steal your sandwich
So I creeped, division was left on canvas
I made it through the worst extremes of weather
Scuffed up but remained durable as old

But I the pen, you feel the whiff of Polo wind
Something like Jesus, when he older men
The math that shed all across the borders
If our was the vast expands of fresh waters

you got bass all in your face
Sub woofers all throughout the place
A fake rap nigga plead his case
It's to be a catastrophe

And if you got beehives before your eyes
About to start shit that'll the flies
And then you hear lies by some cries
It's to be a catastrophe

We call it a sword style because we are assassins
And we aware that the tongue is symbolic to the
The lyrical assassins, the lyrical assassins, a style

The procedure is, check with the
Move the knight away to deliver a check from the queen
Then sacrifice the queen to force the next to the king
mate with the knight