Luyện nghe bài hát Lost @ 'c'

Yo, yo, yo
Now when you see big ass 'C', you know I'm comin' through
And when you know I'm through, you know what I'ma do
I never said battlin' me would be impossible
I think it's highly motherfuckin' improbable
You talkin' to a nigga that can molecules
particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Body-slam two oxes and a mule
Urinatin' rocket fuel, freestylin' over Gospel

by the thousands, rhymes for hours
I could kick a rhyme than your whole album
The kickboxer, beatin' the shit out proper
I 'em till they holla, beat 'em till the cops come
Beatin' niggaz till they have seizures, 'em till they start screamin'
Like fax when they start receivin'
Beat 'em my own hands start bleedin'
Beat 'em till they stop breathin' and they heart stop beatin'

12 a.m. to 12 p.m. in the evenin'
With 15 minute breaks in between 'em
Good Jesus, that's a real West Indian
That's you get for fuckin' with this lyrical demon
My bloodstream's been contaminated for
I got cast out of heaven for
Got out of the Garden of Eden
For lettin' the beast in
Got up for a DUI and speedin'

A whole legion of half-decent get released when
They a hundred bars for they freedom
See I'm much too nice to compete
Too nice to flow over with, too nice to hold a M I C with
Off some diesel Hercules shit, I flip
And start to trees till they leafless
with two real deep breaths, hold my breath
Till the planet suffocates and then release it
(Release it)

Yo, you ain't as as us or as bold as us
When you get to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cuz we rollin' rough the soldiers rush
you roll with us or get blown to dust

Yo, you as cold as us or as bold as us
we in the war zone we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the rush
Either you roll us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to and dust to dust)

Yo, yo
Now for the last couple of months things been real
'Cuz I ain't heard shit buyin'
I'm 'bout to you niggaz how I'm driven
The comes from my lyrics
And my lyrics come my inner spirit
and spinnin', faster than 12-cylinder engines
With in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons
enough to give your brain an aneurysm
'Cuz you niggaz is than fat bitches metabolism

The way I rip apart the when I be spittin'
The name Canibus might as well be
Show me a man can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll him by the neck
And put his head to the fan on the
Suffer real, 'Banned television' shit
Drop him off the roof of a buildin' and let the film him
I hop in of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin'
I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop, should with it

Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state in
Ninety percent of the shit that kick is subject matter-less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the characters
the same videos, it's embarassin'
Usin' the same to have a hit
Usin' the same and actresses, same shit different laxative
Face it, nigga, you wack as shit, I'm snatchin' mic
I make you run for your life, chill durin' the

Then track you at night, my global is satellite
Got a infrared lens to test your Fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or
I track you till seizure grows into a afro
Until you plant 'em cornrows
Track you till shoe soles develop holes
And you get corns on toes
Till teeth develop halitosis
But you been goin' so long deodorant
You don't notice, motherfucker

Yo, you ain't as as us or as bold as us
When you get to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cuz we rough when the soldiers rush
Either you with us or get blown to dust

Yo, you ain't as cold as us or as as us
When we in the war-zone we got the with us
'Cuz we rollin' when the soldiers rush
Either you roll us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to and dust to dust)

You ain't as cold as us or as as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get to us
we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get to dust

Yo, you ain't as cold as us or as as us
When we in the war-zone we got the with us
'Cuz we rough when the soldiers rush
Either you with us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to ashes and to dust)