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 look to God and ask him what's
No answer, now how can I pass the
I can't figure out the of this bastard's mess
I'm feelin
stress
It's futile like you child trying to me bags of sess
Now put that to
I'm sportin rags when I
you're mad obsessed
With Tommy Hil, Polo and
Got selected best when rap was a contest
Now you could of sounded THIS
To sell records act
blasted the best
Fast like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the
need to get their fat asses dressed
of sex
Must have been molested ___?___ committed
mother earth, grabbed her ass and breasts
Got father time ticked off the soft I had to fess...up
I never fuck with what your raps suggest make 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
I got there I had no access
To my
Moms changed the 'cause 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 girl about 'em yo that bitch is so whack
She gave my spirit a disease called the clap
The way she does when she crack
You don't believe me? look here I got the koooodak
Opponents are to react
Like when I got to gave a pound and you dap
Now you know
man is listenin
Change your positioning
It makes no sense like a satanic
They panic all the shit I bring
You ain't been dissed by Sage yet? just keep on
I make it
They keep themselves from what I have to say
Peace to my members that are gone and passed away
Day after day it makes me think about my and purpose
On this surface
Since birth, this world has a circus
Of rings
Armageddon begins
We'll hang ourselves the tree limbs
With G
You see too much swinging
the hips
Read my
As you watch what I say you're that my toungue slips
But I made "Tripp", turned Kenneth to a "Star"
Sex scandals just distract you from the real there are
get fooled my the media
Don't believe everythin you read or eat, they feed to ya
to me, HA, they got lazy lips
I'mma hip hop back to Eighty-Six
Sage Francis got you maybe it's...
All down from here just like the Patriots