Luyện nghe bài hát Kublai Khan

[Verse 1: Paz]
God hates me, never keep my banger on
My mother raised me alone, you break me
My hearts the blood of Royce Gracie
My thoughts dumpin the slug and straightly
You fakely, you still scarred
I'm studying thoughts like Bill Maher
I'm real raw, we just it out
And y'all ain't sayin' nuthin' a gun in yo mouth
That's what I'm about, but Paz go deeper
Y'all under the spell of dose ether
The Grim Reaper, it's all
And every word from Allah is on
We all hate ya, we can't you
Chapter 8, verse 3, of Daniel
You like a candle, you just
You never worship Allah, you learn

Stoupe]
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[Verse 2:
Chemical space ships, taste dust spliffs, hit the Matrix
Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter patriots
Make coast stops, injectin' my with Botox
Latex bitches be chokin' on like Blow-Pops
My hot, my glocks like a popular friend
Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock the popular says
Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for
Cause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters Jake
Digital cuffs, from the D's and the fuzz
Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, an stuff
Into the like blue velvet, goons and clerics
New synthetic jewels for moods in deserts
In heaven and earth, to measure my girth
Thats like the J.D.L. the Zulu Nation for turf
of the solar, we did so, write for the cobra
Goretex we all stand with iced out cobra's

[Chorus:
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[Verse 3: Khadafi]
it.. yo.. yo

Now it be's like, niggaz wanna stay tight, I stay right
Face fight, get your weak, split, shit I spit
Most Acurate, Flex writin a bit
range on the side of it Yo I'm to get a lot of it
I rock that shit, spit the hottest shit
Yo trial, might get the same time get
Death before dishonor shit, persona shit
Mind, 2-5 is who I'm polly with
When Im tryin to score the third, it's who I holler
Yo hood, its my project, exchange
Yo for my teks, yo range for my lex
Q.B. to Philly, we control sets
I stay splurgin, heads stay wrapped in
Tigher than a of Ford Excursion, nigga
So how you figure that we don't be
Whole and weapons in a dodge intrepid

Stoupe]
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Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo Stoupe, whattup baby, whats
Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5

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