Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

Apocalyptic, to spit it
thinking the Lord did it
Regardless of their efforts to be the hardest,
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 scotch J and B, type dynamite, TNT
grandly, with explosive
Spit fire raps and
I make heat smolter a quick draw
Verbal four fifth y'all, contrast your are mere spit balls
If y'all think can be defenders
Hit y'all with more sentences than offenders
we surrender? NO
Though steady rocking with chances of stoppin me
Lower than a newborn able to take sodomy calmly
How do you adore me, strips some beef which me
The or the army

With bare feet I walk the desert feelig no
Beliefs of dangers live up on the street, holding my
Shoot up the Earth we rejoice in prayer
We care, and groupie tours are busting enema bags and coke stares
Racking mass we rock
I'm out, I'm that bastard son of a shocking cannibal
With mad clout, no way out
I I was made to degrade you
Pull your brains and veins out, to watch you change you
Lyrically I you, but I'm going to smash you for spite
Bash you with mics, before the head be on ice
Non Phixion, we together for war
Fallout, soldiers in 2004

[A-Trak -
"You know the feeling when 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 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
Make a man and wise
For losing over out of spite
There ain't no sunshine battling with and time
Continue in obliviance, to tell you with crime
And then the plot twist, game of risk
It's like a death wish, this style comes so
Well my blood coagulates between the and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my system so
Different state of mind, my watts emphasize on the
Money bags stash in the Isles, more interest on the rise
You wondering why, the Earth hails storms and cries
Just one guy with a black eye, Non Phixion the NY
Want it back, by the ride
If deaf, nigga rewind
Full slept, the chalkline
O-D, is on the war
Bill]
You gots to murder me suicide's your only other option
Run up in your crib and blast ya, while your mother's
Shot the president, the pope mobile
Exploded the mobil phones and fear
End of the fucking world is here, we prepared
through customs with a gat, the new shit
You a laser gun, days of rubble 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 Obscure
Spit the pure, uncut raw for all of y'all
Two jealous cats be get fucked up
Step to us you get shot stabbed knocked our or whipped
Smack you the fuck backwards, invisible gat post plastic
Fat with fat asses that into lap dances
Y'all hate me, you can suck my motherfucking dick
Ask how you could not the name by now
It's Non Phixion

[A-Trak -
"You know the when things ain't right"
"When Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic"
"You know the situation" <-- guru
"Wack MC's want to flex but their ain't right"
"You the feeling 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 this is how it be done"