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 comin' through, you know what do
I never that battlin' me would be impossible
I just think it's highly improbable
You talkin' to a nigga that can split
Subatomic particles, enough to stop a bull
Body-slam two and drop a mule
Urinatin' fuel, freestylin' over Gospel tunes

by the thousands, rhymes for hours
I kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
The kickboxer, the shit out niggaz proper
I beat 'em till they holla, beat 'em the cops come
Beatin' niggaz till they have seizures, beat 'em till start screamin'
Like fax machines when they receivin'
Beat 'em my own hands start bleedin'
Beat 'em till they lungs stop breathin' and they 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
what you get for fuckin' with this lyrical demon
My been contaminated for eons
I got cast out of heaven for
Got cast out of the Garden of
For lettin' the beast in
Got up for a DUI and speedin'

A whole legion of emcees'll get released when
They spit a hundred bars for they
See I'm too nice to compete with
Too nice to flow over beats with, too to hold a M I C with
Off some diesel Hercules shit, I flip
And start to punch till they leafless
Inhale with two real breaths, hold my breath
Till the whole planet suffocates and then it
(Release it)

Yo, you ain't as cold as us or as as us
you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cuz we rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get 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 rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to
(Ashes to and dust to dust)

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

The way I rip apart the when I be spittin'
The name might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that feel him
I'll you a man that'll grab him by the neck
And put his to the fan on the ceilin'
Suffer real, 'Banned from shit
him off the roof of a buildin' and let the news film him
I hop in front of the and tell 'em how I'm feelin'
I tell 'em how I that hip hop, should deal with it

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

Then track you at night, my global position is
Got a infrared lens to your body's Fahrenheit
you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow
I you till you're seizure grows into a afro
you plant 'em into cornrows
Track you your shoe soles develop holes
And you get corns on toes
Till your teeth halitosis
But you goin' so long without deodorant
You don't notice, motherfucker

Yo, you ain't as as us or as bold as us
you get thrown 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 ain't as as us or as bold as us
we in the war-zone we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough the soldiers rush
Either you with us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to and dust to dust)

You as cold as us or as bold as us
you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to

Yo, you ain't as as us or as bold as us
When we in the we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers
Either you roll with us or get to dust
(Ashes to and dust to dust)