Luyện nghe bài hát Life Is What Distracts You From Death

Yo I got this, I got this, it like this, unh
Life is what you from death
Gaspin for
your chest
Now to God and ask him what's left?
No answer, now how can I the test?
I can't figure out the order of bastard's mess
I'm disasterous
stress
It's futile like you child trying to sell me of sess
Now put that to
I'm sportin rags I dress
While mad obsessed
With Tommy Hil, and Guess
Got selected best when rap was a braggin
Now you of sounded like THIS
To records act possessed
blasted the best
Fast like the wild west and had intercourse with the in the chest
need to get their fat asses dressed
of sex
Must have been molested committed incest
Violated mother earth, grabbed her ass and
Got time ticked off the kid's soft I had to fess...up
I never fuck with what your raps suggest they me laugh mos def
As you get gassed by the
Me? I'm ridin on E, I got no gas
I had to walk my way but I forgot the address
Once I got I had no access
To my
Moms changed the lock of my bad ass mouth
My bad ass mouth? I ain't one to back
I know I'm jet white for some my balls act bald black
Ask your girl about 'em yo bitch is so whack
She gave my spirit a disease called the clap
The way she does when she crack
You don't me? look here I got the koooodak moment
are slow to react
Like I got to gave a pound and you throw dap
Now you that
man is listenin
Change your positioning
It makes no sense like a satanic
They from all the shit I bring
You ain't been dissed by Sage yet? just keep on
I it interesting
They distancing themselves from what I have to say
Peace to my family that are gone and passed away
Day after day it makes me think about my and purpose
On this earth's
Since birth, world has been a circus
Of three
Armageddon begins
We'll hang ourselves from the tree
With G
You see there's too swinging
the hips
Read my
As you watch what I say you're hopin that my toungue
But I made Linda "Tripp", Kenneth to a "Star"
Sex scandals just distract you from the problems there are
get fooled my the media
Don't believe everythin you read or eat, everythin feed to ya
Emcees to me, HA, they got lazy
I'mma take hip hop to Eighty-Six
Sage got you thinkin maybe it's...
All down hill from here just like the