Luyện nghe bài hát Manifique

If only knew!

I music of murder and mayhem for all of them
And murder for sweet chariots
My second return a unstoppable bullet
wings my ears, ring your name when you speak of me in vein

Enter the center like a big bread
So L.O.D. can eat that ass up for
I come high potent deadly quotin'
Avenue corrodin' street shit to get you open

Niggas pullin' stunts like Jackie
Not knowin' that fuckin' with the demolition man
I'm on screens and magazines
Pump, but peace to Queens
(Don't sleep)

I hollar, 'Allah U Akbar', my hold me down
In the pair of Timbs that ever touched the ground
Huh, how's about a jaw
It's Keith and I'm comin' in with the raw metaphors

When I'm in my room
Sometimes I stare at the
And in the of my mind
I my conscience call
Keith

Rock, on

rules, original rules, original rules
Original rules, original rules, original

Now here we go again, soundin' but it's contagious
The sickest entertainer puttin' brain though strainers
We smokes the choc', don't be of the dark
Mentals get hit brain cells

Pappers swear, they got the dopest jam on the
But they don't believe that shit they own goddamn
Last year, I was underrated but I dedicated
I'm so dedicated, I close my eyes, I'm

was amazed at the shit you was kickin'
But all you did was adobo the
I'm taking over like the network
I got the drop on all you niggas out claimin' that you do dirt

But the truth and it kills you to listen
Like the sound of hollow point tip bullets
little breath you take
Every little you make
Every little you fake

I be the mic gladiator
Pop shit on records, I'll cut your off later

When I'm alone in my
Sometimes I stare at the
And in the back of my
I hear my call
Murray

When I'm in my room
Sometimes I at the wall
And in the back of my
I hear my conscience
Murray

Pump the new platinum single the thug star spangled banner
Illustratin' grammar in a hostile
Texas cuts hard to the core
Makin' sure, they try to battle me no more

You to believe, all you need is a rhyme and a dream
To defeat the all time great microphone
But wake up you playin' with the game of death
I'll smoke your body, ashes in a blunt and leave no left
Straight ashes ashes, dust to

I got you in my clutch, there's nothing further more to
And it's though when the eeriest voice on the radio
Is in hometown doin' the show
With the technique I'm usin' choosin'

Got more flow than D'Angelo
poisonous venom
Oh my God, I get in 'em
Turn 'em out give 'em good to talk about

I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the
And in the back of my
I my conscience call
Keith