Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

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

With bare feet I walk the feelig no heat
Beliefs of dangers live up on the street, my meat
Shoot up the Earth that we rejoice in
We never care, and groupie tours are busting bags and coke stares
Racking mass we annual
I'm coming out, I'm that son of a shocking cannibal
With mad clout, no way out
I think I was to degrade you
Pull your eyes brains and veins out, to you change you
I raised you, but I'm going to smash you for spite
Bash you mics, before the head be stashed on ice
Non Phixion, Obsucre we for war
Fallout, soldiers in 2004

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

Early to bed, early to
Make a man healthy and
For losing over out of spite
There ain't no sunshine battling with space and
Continue in obliviance, to you dealing with crime
And then the plot twist, game of risk
It's like a death wish, this style so unfortunate
Well my blood coagulates between the and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my system so
state of mind, my watts emphasize on the size
Money stash in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the rise
You still wondering why, the Earth hails and cries
Just one guy a black eye, Non Phixion from the NY
it back, by the bent ride
If deaf, nigga rewind
Full slept, fill the
O-D, is on the war
Bill]
You gots to me 'cause suicide's your only other option
Run up in your crib and blast ya, while your watching
Shot the president, the pope mobile
the mobil phones and global fear
End of the fucking world is here, we prepared
Part customs with a gat, the new shit
You know a gun, days of rubble like signing Quebec acts as a raver

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

[A-Trak -
"You know the feeling when things right"
"When these Non Phixion start to rap on the mic"
"You know the motherfucking situation" <--
"Wack MC's want to flex but styles ain't right"
"You know the when things ain't 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 wait on me"
"Collaborate with" "Dave-One"
"Hey yo I'm it"
"'Cause is how it should be done"