Luyện nghe bài hát Lsd

Told ya buffalo
to the ground like folgers
Couldnt the boulder
dancer paralyzed for an answer

In the hip hop but the rap got cancer
Tumors poppin the middle of rumors
X be the end of baby boomers
Is the next generation for doom

Control the and you got a got a
Truck fulla fertilizer up the spot
Think its terrorism the hot
the passports tap the telephone

Surprise home grown
And one of your own
Its dat same ol shit, dat same ol
that same ol gang up to that same ol thing

Now what I see say you me
I a metaphor of LSD

I dont know what yall about
But if you like I know
You better strap on seatbelt
Cause you in for a ride

Now I be damn I a man
Figure I call myself a nigger to get Benjamin
Whats love got to do wit you got
Not a whole lot, no oh this shit is hot

all the cheddar for clothes
Wit a foreclosed on the front mud
in dominoes

Now the heads tell how the dead bled and fled
Now they up in the bed
Instead they seize us Jesus
Married to the mob did a sloppy job in

had mercy wanna curse me
New world order got my ass in the water
Now what you stuck to the
That funk to the is phat, ATL be krunk dirty south

Thirty thou trunks
Try to pass the test but to the they flunk
Now what be indebted, get over it
times and raps aint never comin back

No future a pass, I kick ass
Rock the sox off a box
Is it any wonder why the clocks flavor
Between rehearsin a my jaw lox

I set the between the R and B scene
Go the grain run up on the train
And so I parallel the of Cobain
As hip hop brain em spill the champagne

Make it plain the sound remains
Come the same no holes closin up the
ask no questions on the simple level
Can the magic get Shaq back, get Van exel

Bold rap fuck whatcha heard
Not no lost and found nouns or half ass
Turnaround funk power ruffs
I aint been cuckoo for no coco puffs

LSD, set it free make em see the
try at 37 than die at 26

Lawyers no loyalties no royalties
Lie for a lie, I em in the eye
speaking lawyers should die
Kissed the companies and made all cry

A new rap song and a drive by
Why o why did the die
The narcs and the feds got the pimp fraid
of the aids got the bitches afraid

The white man got you afraid
Social got your mama afraid
Scared of the fact a niggas black
Some of you say nigga before you say

You got no back is you lack
Just say black and Ill see where ass is at