Luyện nghe bài hát Making A Murderer

Outer the place that I'm parkin' in
My marketin', when you see the sky
Rhyme artisan from the that's bipartisan
Hi haters a 5th grader you're not smarter
Alpha & Omega you I march harder than
Batteries, y'all included, you're not a part of it
I just a flight to France to cop cardigans
At
I'm that Buju Banton
And I'm just trying to get it on I die
Am I wrong if I'm living like the laws apply?
Making music out of nothing, know that bonafide
It's disturbing when a murderer homicide
Mr. Trotter squad, beyond qualified
Multiplying the dollar sign, the grind is it's Palestine
My came from Columbine
That fly shit from Saint Laurent
Surprise, bitch! I never lived a false in time
Riddle me, what kind of omen am I? You know the is right
I said a weapon should be chosen to
the ghetto Beethoven replied, the ninth wonder maker
Thunder breaker these toys to the undertaker
My pen smoking like a rude boy from
While I'm erasing every fuckboy the face of the Earth
What's up, boys? time for you to get your weight up
Yo, I probably began in the Valley
In places untraceable by McNally
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer alley
The championship rings than John Salley
Biochemically on par with Salvador
I traveled to to smack the federali
Who packing avocado like Mario Batali
I'm an ocean a coast, going back to Cali nigga
some other body who equally as ill
Frequently I see the drama me Cecil B. Demille
Not a chink up in the though I'm lethally for real
been telling me recently, "Tariq, you need to chill!"
Well picture that, the diplomat pistol aristocrats
Any rapper coming for me, I'mma a missile back
Not too many legends got a legacy that's intact
That equipment I'm grippin where the ammunition at
Makossa like I'm Manu Dibango
Wild as the Republic of the Congo
I'm Hunter S. Thompson it gonzo
A rapper winds up as a Doe, I told niggas
Sixty seconds to before I fold niggas
I must be out of my mind with it, diggers
Here come the for the quadricentennial
I'm a non-millenial I rep is the old niggas

meet at the crossroads of torsos
And learn things only the Lord knows
Break the law, 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 ain't into reading, I'm it
I'm reading Carter G. when I'm in the woods
When the money's cut off, then we goods
A lot of niggas is cowards ran out of fatherhood
we kill them or let 'em live?
I don't fuck with no suckers, I did
Mi amore, if you a
If I ever go to war the kids I do it for
I eat they can send me a few of yours
And by a few I mean way more two
You can times that by twenty and 'em to come through
And watch them get like African drums do
Also, I probably lessons to Sun Tzu
Lyrically I'm Bruce Lee of Kung Fu
Rhyming with Black Thought assessing the thought
I told you that I'm conscious but bitch 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
I go for the rhyme my nigga the latch on
I'm Hannibal on an elephant, but elegant
Given you heaven sent
Light a joint, been places you've never been
If I close my eyes, I could die then get
Read my life a script, I'm getting it revised
Used to keep the beat joint up in the Levi's
I'm the wonder 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 bend rhymes, the one who could flows
for all niggas, little nigga you know
We the ones who making of a murderer
Fuck around and you could be in of a murderer
Ghost!