Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

Apocalyptic, to spit it
Niggas thinking the did it
Regardless of their to be the hardest, critics
with it, if not my verbs spit shots
Give your ass the equvalent of a stiff
I'm still hot, the ice of a wrist watch
Sip J and B, flow type dynamite, TNT
Spend grandly, explosive
Spit fire and holsters
I make heat smolter with a draw
four fifth y'all, contrast your raps are mere spit balls
If think y'all can be defenders
Hit with more sentences than repeat offenders
we surrender? NO
Though keep steady rocking with chances of me
than finding a newborn able to take sodomy calmly
How do you adore me, strips some which informs me
The fame or the

With bare I walk the desert feelig no heat
of dangers live up on the street, holding my meat
Shoot up the that we rejoice in prayer
We never care, and tours are busting enema bags and coke stares
Racking we rock annual
I'm coming out, I'm that son of a shocking cannibal
With mad clout, no way out
I I was made to degrade you
Pull your eyes brains and out, to watch you change you
Lyrically I raised you, but I'm going to you for spite
Bash you with mics, before the head be on ice
Non Phixion, Obsucre we for war
Fallout, remaining soldiers in

[A-Trak -
"You know the feeling when ain't right"
"When these Non niggas start to rap on the mic"
"You the motherfucking situation" <-- guru
"Obscure" "Disorder"
"Slapping you senseless"
"You know the when things ain't right"
"When these Non Phixion start to rap on the mic"
"Non Phixion" "Obscure"
"Hit you with two of dopeness"

Early to bed, early to
a man healthy and wise
For losing over out of spite
There ain't no sunshine with space and time
Continue in obliviance, to tell you with crime
And then the plot twist, solidary of risk
It's like a death wish, style comes so unfortunate
Well my blood between the good and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my so sags
Different state of mind, my emphasize on the size
Money bags stash in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the
You still wondering why, the Earth storms and cries
Just one guy a black eye, Non Phixion from the NY
Want it back, by the bent
If you're deaf, nigga
Full slept, fill the
O-D, is on the war
Bill]
You gots to murder me 'cause suicide's your only other
Run up in your and blast ya, while your mother's watching
Shot the president, the pope mobile
Exploded the mobil phones and global
End of the fucking world is here, we come
Part through customs with a gat, the new
You know a laser gun, days of like signing Quebec acts as a raver

Fuck it, I be the ill
Decaptiate MC's in such a way you had to that Ill Bill killed them
Harlem world tour, should have mind for you with
Spit the pure, raw coke for all of y'all
Two jealous cats be get fucked up
Step to us you get shot stabbed our or pistol whipped
you the fuck backwards, invisible gat post wrapped plastic
Fat bitches with fat asses that lap dances
Y'all hate me, you can suck my motherfucking dick
Ask how you could not know the by now
Non Phixion bitch

[A-Trak -
"You know the feeling when things right"
"When Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic"
"You know the motherfucking situation" <--
"Wack MC's want to flex but their ain't right"
"You know the feeling when things right"
"Non Phixion" "O.D. representative" <--
"Hold shit down" "in 2004"
"Non Phixion" and cut up
"Brooklyn's on the street"
"With goons and hardrocks, but it's on me"
"Collaborate with" "Dave-One"
"Hey yo I'm it"
"'Cause this is how it be done"