Luyện nghe bài hát Life Is What Distracts You From Death

Yo I got this, I got this, it goes this, unh
Life is what distracts you from
for breath
Grabbin your
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 this mess
I'm feelin
Massive
It's futile you child trying to sell me bags of sess
Now put to rest
I'm sportin rags I dress
While you're mad
With Tommy Hil, Polo and
Got selected best rap was a braggin contest
Now you could of sounded like
To sell act possessed
I've blasted the
like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chest
Hooooes need to get their fat dressed
of sex
Must have molested ___?___ committed incest
Violated earth, grabbed her ass and breasts
Got father time ticked off the soft I had to fess...up
I fuck with what your raps suggest they make me laugh mos def
As you get by the press
Me? I'm on E, I got no gas left
I had to walk my way home but I 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 hold
I know I'm jet white for some reason my balls act bald
Ask your about 'em yo that bitch is so whack
She gave my spirit a disease the sooooouuuuul clap
The way she does she smoooookes crack
You don't believe me? here I got the koooodak moment
Opponents are slow to
Like when I got to gave a and you throw dap
Now you that
man is listenin
Change hand positioning
It makes no sense like a christening
panic from all the shit I bring
You ain't been dissed by yet? just keep on listening
I make it
keep distancing themselves from what I have to say
Peace to my family members that are gone and away
Day after day it me think about my worth and purpose
On earth's surface
Since birth, this world has a circus
Of three
Once Armageddon
We'll hang ourselves from the limbs
With G
You see there's too swinging
From the
my lips
As you what I say you're hopin that my toungue slips
But I made Linda "Tripp", Kenneth to a "Star"
Sex scandals just distract you the real problems there are
Don't get fooled my the
Don't believe everythin you read or eat, everythin they to ya
Emcees to me, HA, they got lips
take hip hop back to Eighty-Six
Sage Francis got you maybe it's...
All down hill from here just the Patriots