Luyện nghe bài hát Mic-nificent

Yo, sittin' on chrome, on low pro 20 inch Firestones
Grippin' the with the wickedest flow, 'bis is a pro
I zigzag throughout sly
Accelerate and in and out the cones

Poisonous poems travel Walkman headphones
Into your dome, your bones
Who's the nicest nigga you know in the two triple-O
turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat

Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart
I rhymes using your blood for my ink cartridges
Paleoanthropologists, polish the
Of rapper artist I dip in my hydrochloric waters

Canibus, with the seams burstin',
Everyday the spins I write verses
My soul purpose as a verbalist, is to make my twist
And connect like letters they're in cursive

I'll on them, I'll spray on them
First nigga to violate regulate without warning
I'll pray on them, spray on them
nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning

I'll pray on them, spray on them
First nigga to violate I'll regulate warning
I'll pray on them, I'll on them
First nigga to violate regulate without warning

Yo, yo, I'm faster than leopards across the vast desert
In twenty-two per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
thirty minutes to eat 'em, forty minutes to digest 'em
And fifty minutes for it to pass my intestines

So ask a question, can the canibus rhyme?
Is a porcupine half swine?
No time to up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while running by, trip you up from behind my rhymes

Confuse niggas like somebody try to
a blue shirt and red pants
Throwin' up signs with their left
out on the corner of wetlands
With a flag for a headband

God dam eggplants, niggas gettin' me man
'Cause I'm by garbage like Fred Sav
And I can't seem to get from it
I dreamed that I Leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it

In my past I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that
I played trumpets, to warn you I was comin'
There's one billion to die, and I already tried
Nine-hundred million nine hundred and nine

When I aim and fire my rhymes, a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a line
Why the art of emceein' is dyin'
That nigga canibus is in his prime, bust a rhyme

I'll pray on them, I'll spray on
First nigga to violate I'll regulate without
pray on them, I'll spray on them
First nigga to violate I'll regulate warning

pray on them, I'll spray on them
First to violate I'll regulate without warning
I'll on them, I'll spray on them
First nigga to violate I'll regulate warning

Club dodge, I wrecked that limelight, that
Envy, I murdered that club Soho, heard of that
Wetlands, dried it up cheaters, to club, fired up
for a chicken to tie up

Club New York, I it's hot there beats be rocking there
Too many niggaz be stabbed and shot there
Speed, I slowed it down the tunnel, hold it down
Home of the underground, why they always close it

Century club, the hot shit house of blues, I it
One ATL, that's the dirty south bomb shit
Synagogue, I be there Caribbean city, roll deep there
Lyricist lounge, they be some real there