Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

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

With bare I walk the desert feelig no heat
Beliefs of dangers up on the street, holding my meat
Shoot up the Earth that we in prayer
We never care, and groupie tours are enema bags and coke stares
Racking mass we annual
I'm coming out, I'm that bastard son of a shocking
With mad clout, no way out
I think I was made to you
Pull your eyes brains and veins out, to watch you 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, we together for war
Fallout, remaining soldiers in

[A-Trak -
"You know the feeling when things right"
"When Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic"
"You the motherfucking situation" <-- guru
"Obscure" "Disorder"
"Slapping you senseless"
"You know the feeling things 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
a man healthy and wise
For over sleep out of spite
There ain't no sunshine battling space and time
Continue in obliviance, to tell you with crime
And then the plot twist, game of risk
It's a death wish, this style comes so unfortunate
Well my blood coagulates the good and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my so sags
state of mind, my watts emphasize on the size
Money bags in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the rise
You wondering why, the Earth hails storms and cries
Just one guy with a black eye, Non from the NY
Want it back, by the ride
If you're deaf, rewind
Full slept, fill the
O-D, is on the war
[Ill
You gots to murder me 'cause suicide's your only other
Run up in your crib and blast ya, while your watching
the president, then the pope mobile
Exploded the phones and global fear
End of the fucking world is here, we come
Part through customs a gat, the new shit
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 know Ill Bill killed them
Harlem world tour, should have mind for you with
Spit the pure, uncut raw for all of y'all
Two jealous cats be get up quick
Step to us you get stabbed knocked our or pistol whipped
Smack you the backwards, invisible gat post wrapped plastic
Fat bitches with fat asses that into lap
Y'all that hate me, you can suck my dick
Ask how you could not the name by now
It's Non bitch

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