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 crew that's
Hi haters a 5th grader not smarter than
Alpha & Omega you betas I march than
Batteries, y'all ain't included, you're not a of it
I just took a flight to France to cop
At
I'm that primetime Buju
And I'm trying to get it on 'til I die
Am I wrong if I'm living the laws don't apply?
Making music out of nothing, know that boy's
It's disturbing when a murderer enjoys
Talented Mr. Trotter squad, qualified
Multiplying the dollar sign, the is real it's Palestine
My came from Columbine
That fly shit from Saint Laurent
Surprise, bitch! I never a false moment in time
Riddle me, what kind of am I? You know the slogan is right
I a weapon should be chosen to fire
Only the Beethoven replied, the ninth wonder maker
Thunder breaker send these to the undertaker
My pen smoking like a rude boy from
While I'm erasing every from the face of the Earth
What's up, boys? It's for you to get your weight up
Yo, I began in the Rift Valley
In places untraceable by McNally
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street
The more championship rings than Salley
Biochemically on par Salvador Dali
I to Tijuana to smack the federali
Who packing toast like Mario Batali
I'm an ocean without a coast, going back to nigga
Name other body who equally as ill
I see the drama call me Cecil B. Demille
Not a chink up in the though I'm lethally for real
People been telling me recently, "Tariq, you to chill!"
Well that, the diplomat pistol slap aristocrats
Any rapper for me, I'mma send a missile back
Not too many got a legacy that's this intact
That I'm grippin kept where the ammunition at
Soul Makossa I'm Manu Dibango
Wild as the Republic of the Congo
I'm Hunter S. Thompson it gonzo
A winds up as a John Doe, I told niggas
seconds to shine before I fold niggas
I must be out of my with it, gold diggers
Here come the general for the
I'm a what I rep is the old niggas

Let's meet at the of torsos
And learn some things only the Lord
Break the law, it's the only law now, no one
Got in the oven but no DiGiornos
We all got fucked but no
We ain't corn 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
When the money's cut off, then we barter
A lot of niggas is cowards ran out of fatherhood
Should we 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 it's the 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 'em to come through
And watch them get like African drums do
Also, I probably lessons to Sun Tzu
Lyrically I'm Lee master of Kung Fu
with Black Thought assessing the black thought
I you that I'm conscious but bitch we'll clap off
be the one that they hold in a rap off
I ain't too tight, nigga I snap off
Or I snap on
I go for the rhyme my nigga the latch on
I'm Hannibal on an elephant, animal but
you hell heaven sent
Light a joint, I've been places you've been
If I close my eyes, I could die then get
Read my life like a script, I'm getting it
Used to keep the beat right up in the Levi's
I'm the tenth wonder I them to ask 9th
I'm the Black Thought, the last air bender
Avatar ghost, the one who could time
The one who could bend rhymes, the one who bend flows
Repping for all niggas, little nigga you
We the who made making of a murderer
around and you could be in making of a murderer
Ghost!