Luyện nghe bài hát Lsd

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

In the hip hop but the rap got cancer
Tumors poppin from the of rumors
Generation X be the end of baby
Is the next generation headed for

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

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

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

I dont know yall thinkin about
But if you know I know
You better on your seatbelt
Cause you in for a ride

Now I be damn I a man
Figure I never call myself a to get Benjamin
love got to do wit what you got
Not a whole lot, no forgot oh this is hot

Spendin all the for clothes
Wit a sign on the front mud
Lost in

Now the heads tell tales how the dead bled and
Now livin up in the bed
Instead they seize us like
to the mob did a sloppy job in Hempstead

Lord had wanna curse me
New world got my ass drownin in the water
Now what you to the west
That funk to the east is phat, ATL be dirty south

Thirty thou crankin
Try to pass the test but to the rest flunk
Now what be indebted, better get it
times and raps aint never comin back

No future without a pass, I ass
Rock the sox off a box
Is it any wonder why the clocks got?
Between rehearsin a my jaw lox

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

it plain the sound remains insane
Come the no holes closin up the lane
ask no questions on the simple level
Can the get Shaq back, Knicks get Van exel

Bold rap lyrics fuck whatcha
Not no lost and found or half ass words
Turnaround funk moves ruffs
I never been cuckoo for no coco puffs

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

Lawyers no accountants no royalties
Lie for a lie, I em in the eye
History speaking should die
the companies and made them all cry

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

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

You got no is what you lack
Just say and Ill see where your ass is at