Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

Apocalyptic, born to it
Niggas thinking the did it
Regardless of their efforts to be the hardest,
Y'all with it, if not my verbs shots
Give your ass the of a stiff cock
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 a quick draw
Verbal four fifth y'all, contrast your raps are mere spit
If y'all y'all can be defenders
Hit y'all with more sentences than repeat
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 feet I walk the desert feelig no heat
Beliefs of dangers up on the street, holding my meat
Shoot up the Earth that we rejoice in
We never care, and groupie tours are busting enema and coke stares
mass we rock annual
I'm coming out, I'm bastard son of a shocking cannibal
With mad clout, no way out
I think I was made to you
your eyes brains and veins out, to watch you change you
Lyrically I raised you, but I'm going to you for spite
you with mics, before the head be stashed on ice
Non Phixion, Obsucre we for war
Fallout, remaining soldiers in

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

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

Fuck it, I be the ill
Decaptiate MC's in such a way you had to know that Ill Bill 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
Smack you the fuck backwards, invisible gat post wrapped
Fat bitches with fat asses into 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 things ain't right"
"When these Non niggas start to rap on the mic"
"You the motherfucking situation" <-- guru
"Wack MC's want to flex but their ain't right"
"You know the feeling things ain't right"
"Non Phixion" "O.D. representative" <--
"Hold this 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"