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 spit shots
Give your ass the equvalent of a stiff
I'm still hot, despite the ice of a watch
Sip scotch J and B, type dynamite, TNT
Spend grandly, with
Spit fire and holsters
I heat smolter with a quick draw
four fifth y'all, contrast your raps are mere spit balls
If y'all y'all can be defenders
Hit with more sentences than repeat offenders
Will we NO
Though keep rocking with chances of stoppin me
than finding a newborn able to take sodomy calmly
How do you adore me, some beef which informs me
The fame or the

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

[A-Trak -
"You the feeling when 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 Phixion niggas 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 battling with space and time
in obliviance, to tell you dealing with crime
And then the plot twist, solidary game of
like a death wish, this style comes so unfortunate
Well my blood between the good and the bad
I'm all red. so my system so sags
Different state of mind, my watts on the size
Money bags stash in the Caymen Isles, interest on the rise
You still wondering why, the Earth hails storms and
Just one guy with a eye, Non Phixion from the NY
it back, by the bent ride
If you're deaf, rewind
Full slept, fill the
O-D, is on the war
Bill]
You gots to murder me 'cause suicide's only other option
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 customs 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
MC's in such a way you had to know that Ill Bill killed them
Harlem world tour, have mind for you with Obscure
Spit the pure, raw coke for all of y'all
Two jealous cats be get fucked up
Step to us you get shot knocked our or pistol whipped
Smack you the fuck backwards, invisible gat wrapped plastic
Fat bitches with fat asses that into lap
Y'all hate me, you can suck my motherfucking 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 Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic"
"You the motherfucking situation" <-- guru
"Wack MC's want to flex but their styles right"
"You the feeling when 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 it's on me"
"Collaborate with" "Dave-One"
"Hey yo I'm it"
"'Cause is how it should be done"