Luyện nghe bài hát Making A Murderer

Outer the place that I'm parkin' in
My marketin', you see the sky darkenin'
Rhyme artisan from the that's bipartisan
Hi haters a 5th grader you're not smarter
Alpha & Omega you betas I march than
Batteries, y'all ain't included, you're not a of it
I took a flight to France to cop cardigans
At
I'm that primetime Buju
And I'm trying to get it on 'til I die
Am I if I'm living like the laws don't apply?
music out of nothing, know that boy's bonafide
It's disturbing when a murderer enjoys
Talented Mr. squad, beyond qualified
Multiplying the sign, the grind is real it's Palestine
My came from Columbine
That fly shit came Saint Laurent
Surprise, bitch! I never lived a false in time
Riddle me, what kind of omen am I? You the slogan is right
I said a weapon should be chosen to
Only the Beethoven replied, the ninth wonder maker
Thunder breaker send toys to the undertaker
My pen like a rude boy from Jamaica
While I'm every fuckboy from the face of the Earth
What's up, It's time for you to get your weight up
Yo, I probably began in the Valley
In untraceable by Rand McNally
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer alley
The more championship than John Salley
Biochemically on par with Salvador
I traveled to to smack the federali
Who packing avocado toast Mario Batali
I'm an without a coast, going back to Cali nigga
Name some other who equally as ill
I see the drama call me Cecil B. Demille
Not a chink up in the armor though I'm lethally for
People telling me recently, "Tariq, you need to chill!"
picture that, the diplomat pistol slap aristocrats
Any rapper for me, I'mma send a missile back
Not too many legends got a legacy this intact
That equipment I'm grippin kept the ammunition at
Makossa like I'm Manu Dibango
Wild as the Republic of the Congo
I'm S. Thompson doing it gonzo
A winds up as a John Doe, I told niggas
seconds to shine before I fold niggas
I be out of my mind with it, gold diggers
Here come the for the quadricentennial
I'm a what I rep is the old niggas

Let's at the crossroads of torsos
And learn some things only the Lord
Break the law, it's the law now, no one knows
Got in the oven but no DiGiornos
We all got but no pornos
We ain't growing corn but got
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 ever go to war the kids I do it for
I eat emcees they can me a few of yours
And by a few I way more than two
You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to through
And them 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 but bitch we'll clap off
I'mma be the one they hold in a rap off
I ain't too tight, nigga I snap off
Or maybe I on
When I go for the my nigga the latch on
I'm Hannibal on an elephant, but elegant
you hell heaven sent
Light a joint, I've places you've never been
If I close my eyes, I die then get wise
Read my like a script, I'm getting it revised
Used to the beat joint right up in the Levi's
I'm the tenth I told them to ask 9th
I'm the Black Thought, the last air bender
Avatar ghost, the one who could time
The one who bend rhymes, the one who could bend flows
Repping for all niggas, little you know
We the who made making of a murderer
Fuck around and you could be in making of a
Ghost!