Luyện nghe bài hát Making A Murderer

Outer space the place that I'm in
My marketin', when you see the sky
Rhyme artisan from the that's bipartisan
Hi haters a 5th grader not smarter than
Alpha & Omega you betas I march than
Batteries, y'all included, you're not a part of it
I just took a flight to France to cop
At
I'm that primetime Banton
And I'm trying to get it on 'til I die
Am I wrong if I'm living like the laws apply?
Making music out of nothing, know that bonafide
It's disturbing a murderer enjoys 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 in time
Riddle me, what of omen am I? You know the slogan is right
I a weapon should be chosen to fire
Only the ghetto replied, the ninth wonder maker
Thunder send these toys to the undertaker
My pen like a rude boy from Jamaica
While I'm every fuckboy from the face of the Earth
up, boys? It's time for you to get your weight up
Yo, I probably began in the Rift
In places untraceable by Rand
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer alley
The championship rings than John Salley
Biochemically on par with Salvador
I to Tijuana to smack the federali
Who avocado toast like Mario Batali
I'm an ocean without a coast, going back to Cali
Name some body who equally as ill
Frequently I see the drama call me B. Demille
Not a up in the armor though I'm lethally for real
People telling me recently, "Tariq, you need to chill!"
Well picture that, the diplomat slap aristocrats
Any coming for me, I'mma send a missile back
Not too legends got a legacy that's this intact
equipment I'm grippin kept where the ammunition at
Soul Makossa like I'm Dibango
Wild as the Republic of the Congo
I'm Hunter S. Thompson doing it
A winds up as a John Doe, I told niggas
Sixty seconds to shine before I niggas
I must be out of my mind with it, gold
come the general for the quadricentennial
I'm a non-millenial what I rep is the old

Let's meet at the of torsos
And some things only the Lord knows
Break the law, it's the law now, no one knows
Got in the oven but no DiGiornos
We all got fucked but no
We ain't growing but got cornrows
We playing greens but we be spending it
is short, try extending it
If you ain't reading, I'm recommending it
I'm Carter G. Woodson when I'm in the woods
the money's cut off, then we barter goods
A lot of niggas is cowards ran out of fatherhood
we kill them or let 'em live?
I don't 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 me a few of yours
And by a few I mean way than two
You can times that by and tell 'em to come through
And watch them get beat like drums do
Also, I gave lessons to Sun Tzu
Lyrically I'm Bruce Lee master of Fu
Rhyming Black Thought assessing the black thought
I you that I'm conscious but bitch we'll clap off
I'mma be the one that hold in a rap off
I ain't wrapped too tight, I snap off
Or maybe I on
When I go for the rhyme my nigga the on
I'm Hannibal on an elephant, animal but
Given you heaven sent
a joint, I've been places you've never been
If I my eyes, I could die then get wise
Read my life like a script, I'm getting it
to keep the beat joint right up in the Levi's
I'm the tenth I told them to ask 9th
I'm the other Black Thought, the air bender
Avatar ghost, the one who bend time
The one who could bend rhymes, the one who bend flows
Repping for all niggas, nigga you know
We the who made making of a murderer
around and you could be in making of a murderer
Ghost!