Luyện nghe bài hát Making A Murderer

Outer space the that I'm parkin' in
My marketin', you see the sky darkenin'
artisan from the crew that's bipartisan
Hi a 5th grader you're not smarter than
Alpha & Omega you betas I march harder
Batteries, y'all ain't included, not a part of it
I took a flight to France to cop cardigans
At
I'm that primetime Banton
And I'm just trying to get it on I die
Am I wrong if I'm living like the laws don't
Making music out of nothing, know that bonafide
It's disturbing when a murderer homicide
Talented Mr. Trotter squad, beyond
the dollar sign, the grind is real it's Palestine
My sidekick came Columbine
That fly shit from Saint Laurent
Surprise, bitch! I never lived a false moment in
Riddle me, what kind of omen am I? You know the is right
I said a should be chosen to fire
Only the ghetto Beethoven replied, the ninth maker
Thunder breaker send these to the undertaker
My pen like a rude boy from Jamaica
While I'm erasing fuckboy from the face of the Earth
What's up, boys? It's for you to get your weight up
Yo, I probably began in the Rift
In places by Rand McNally
Took a trolley through a Mercer Street alley
The more championship than John Salley
on par with Salvador Dali
I to Tijuana to smack the federali
Who packing avocado toast like Batali
I'm an ocean without a coast, back to Cali nigga
Name some other body who as ill
Frequently I see the drama call me B. Demille
Not a chink up in the armor though I'm lethally for
People been telling me recently, "Tariq, you to chill!"
Well picture that, the diplomat slap aristocrats
Any rapper coming for me, I'mma a missile back
Not too many legends got a legacy that's intact
That I'm grippin kept where the ammunition at
Soul Makossa I'm Manu Dibango
as the Democratic Republic of the Congo
I'm S. Thompson doing it gonzo
A winds up as a John Doe, I told niggas
Sixty seconds to shine before I niggas
I be out of my mind with it, gold diggers
Here come the for the quadricentennial
I'm a non-millenial I rep is the old niggas

Let's meet at the crossroads of
And some things only the Lord knows
the law, it's the only law now, no one knows
Got in the oven but no DiGiornos
We all got fucked but no
We ain't corn but got cornrows
We ain't greens but we be spending it
is short, try extending it
If you into reading, I'm recommending it
I'm reading Carter G. when I'm in the woods
When the money's cut off, then we barter
A lot of is cowards that ran out of fatherhood
Should we them or let 'em live?
I fuck with no suckers, I never did
Mi amore, if you a
If I go to war it's the kids I do it for
I eat emcees they can send me a few of
And by a few I mean way more two
You can times that by and tell 'em to come through
And watch get beat like African drums do
Also, I probably lessons to Sun Tzu
I'm Bruce Lee master of Kung Fu
Rhyming with Black Thought assessing the thought
I told you that I'm conscious but we'll clap off
be the one that they hold in a rap off
I ain't wrapped too tight, I snap off
Or I snap on
When I go for the rhyme my nigga the on
I'm Hannibal on an elephant, animal but
Given you hell sent
Light a joint, I've been places never been
If I close my eyes, I could die then get
Read my life like a script, I'm it revised
Used to keep the beat joint up in the Levi's
I'm the tenth I told them to ask 9th
I'm the other Black Thought, the last air
ghost, the one who could bend time
The one who could rhymes, the one who could bend flows
for all niggas, little nigga you know
We the who made making of a murderer
Fuck around and you could be in of a murderer
Ghost!