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 death
Gaspin for
Grabbin your
Now to God and ask him what's left?
No answer, now how can I the test?
I can't out the order of this bastard's mess
I'm disasterous
stress
It's futile like you trying to sell me bags of sess
Now put to rest
I'm sportin rags I dress
While you're mad
Tommy Hil, Polo and Guess
Got selected best when rap was a contest
Now you could of like THIS
To sell records act
I've blasted the
like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chest
Hooooes need to get fat asses dressed
of sex
Must been molested ___?___ committed incest
mother earth, grabbed her ass and breasts
Got time ticked off the kid's soft I had to fess...up
I never with what your raps suggest they make me laugh mos def
As you get gassed by the
Me? I'm on E, I got no gas left
I had to walk my way but I forgot the address
Once I got there I had no
To my
Moms changed the 'cause of my bad ass mouth
My bad ass I ain't one to hold back
I know I'm jet white for reason my balls act bald black
Ask your girl 'em yo that bitch is so whack
She gave my spirit a disease called the sooooouuuuul
The way she when she smoooookes crack
You don't believe me? look here I got the koooodak
Opponents are to react
when I got to gave a pound and you throw dap
Now you know
Every man is
Change your positioning
It makes no sense like a christening
They panic all the shit I bring
You been dissed by Sage yet? just keep on listening
I it interesting
They keep distancing 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 worth and
On this earth's
birth, this world has been a circus
Of rings
Armageddon begins
We'll ourselves from the tree limbs
G strings
You see there's too much
the hips
Read my
As you watch I say you're hopin that my toungue slips
But I Linda "Tripp", turned Kenneth to a "Star"
Sex scandals just distract you from the real problems are
Don't get fooled my the
Don't believe everythin you read or eat, everythin feed to ya
Emcees to me, HA, they got lazy
I'mma hip hop back to Eighty-Six
Sage Francis got you maybe it's...
All down hill from here like the Patriots