Luyện nghe bài hát Mic-nificent

Yo, sittin' on chrome, sittin' on low pro 20 inch
the road with the wickedest flow, 'bis is a pro
I zigzag sly loam
Accelerate and decelerate in and out the

Poisonous poems travel Walkman headphones
Into your dome, osteoporosis your
Who's the nicest nigga you know in the year two
Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and your throat

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

Canibus, with the burstin', perfect
Everyday the spins I write verses
My purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist
And connect like letters when in cursive

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

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

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

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

Confuse niggas like try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue shirt and red
Throwin' up signs with their left
out on the corner of wetlands
With a confederate for a headband

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

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

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

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

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

dodge, I wrecked that limelight, cursed that
Envy, I that club Soho, never heard of that
Wetlands, dried it up cheaters, to club, fired up
for a chicken to tie up

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

Century club, the hot shit of blues, I rocked it
One twelve ATL, the dirty south bomb shit
Synagogue, yeah I be Caribbean city, roll deep there
Lyricist lounge, be some real emcees there