Luyện nghe bài hát Map Your Psyche

I did record before you
And of course it was a tour de force
Now you can a Porsche
Go to the Source
Get some tour
Do all of warped things
Get a
a horde of whores
Snort more
Leave a corpse
You're so corporate endorsed that I record a chorus
You said you the grand corpus
With no ifs, ands, or
To listen to derivative of this art-fag
I need to be in arms reach of a bag
a bland sci-fi lab kit
No fan's hands will go sky-high for that
too anti-climactic
I'll put my bad on your happy shoes

Rude:
Derivative of creative
in no particular fashion
Indicative of an mic-smashing
Considered the class of the fiercest survivalist
Paralyzing
soul catalyst
Out of a
A platoon form and how did it happen
Sprouting alfalfa poison mushrooms out of the grass
Boys to men of vast network of allies
That sent to the rally point for the joint venture
Henchmen with a long-standing
on both surviving a lynching
From striving against them
to any length
Spread through every width, area, and
It's a heavy load to lift but I was never to quit nothing
I use a dolly, pulley, lever, conveyer
On the assembly where all of the steel melts
I weld them a
Tap on a chakra to get 'em back in
And mail them a document to 'em retreat back over the border for his aura's sake
To make more, innovate, and record a great
For our cipher out for the Driver
I'm a
As much of an actor as Mekhi a rhymer

Busdriver and Abstract
We've your psyche
We know what you do you do
it nicely and sold it to who feeds off the style

Ellay
You break my chops with an axe
Take you time, it fat, talking shit, take it back
Mad when you kick that
Weak raps, where the real writers at?
Over here, there, everywhere that I peep
Follow the elite, style that I freak
Beat a nigga down I bound to a beat
Microphone's parts what found in the street
'em up, dust, kick it up, time to rip it up
Having fun with my tongue, I'm done, give it up
Time to demonstrate how I
Hot incinerate, biting like a dinner
It's a twist I missed, what part of the game is this?
Where the losers go and the winners
To take the place, keep my face placed on how to win the race
If they'd run, I would never
Hit 'em with the boom they set up base
This ain't Texas but this the west's Leather Face
Keep the mic in a leather case
it's battle time, I'm a set a pace
Every that you find, already been mine
When you rhyme, man, what a
You would think I'd busted a nut in every hip-hop slut because there's too Mini-Me's
And some of y'all cats is
So y'all quickly to enemies
Blowing up in the industry so remember me in their memory for original chops
So you better give spiritual props to lyrical pops
Speed seeds, I delivered a
Busdriver, Khule, and Ab Rude
A few Goodlife on the prowl
They get beat up every time they want to eat up and try to feed up on my