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 chest
Now look to God and ask him left?
No answer, now how can I the test?
I can't figure out the order of this bastard's
I'm disasterous
Massive
futile like you child trying to sell me bags of sess
Now put to rest
I'm sportin rags when I
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 records act
I've blasted the
like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chest
Hooooes to get their fat asses dressed
of sex
Must have been molested ___?___ committed
Violated mother earth, her ass and breasts
Got father ticked off the kid's soft I had to fess...up
I never fuck with what your raps suggest they make me mos def
As you get gassed by the
Me? I'm ridin on E, I got no gas
I had to walk my way home but I forgot the
Once I got I had no access
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 some my balls act bald black
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? look here I got the koooodak
are slow to react
Like when I got to gave a pound and you dap
Now you that
Every man is
your hand positioning
It no sense like a satanic christening
They panic all the shit I bring
You been dissed by Sage yet? just keep on listening
I make it
They distancing 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 worth and
On this earth's
Since birth, this has been a circus
Of three
Once begins
hang ourselves from the tree limbs
With G
You see there's too swinging
From the
my lips
As you watch what I say you're that my toungue slips
But I made Linda "Tripp", Kenneth to a "Star"
Sex just distract you from the real problems there are
Don't get fooled my the
believe everythin you read or eat, everythin they feed to ya
Emcees to me, HA, they got lazy
I'mma take hip hop to Eighty-Six
Sage Francis got you maybe it's...
All down hill from here just like the