Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

Apocalyptic, to spit it
Niggas the Lord did it
Regardless of efforts to be the hardest, critics
Y'all with it, if not my verbs spit
Give your ass the of a stiff cock
I'm still hot, despite the ice of a wrist
Sip scotch J and B, type dynamite, TNT
Spend grandly, explosive
Spit fire and holsters
I make heat smolter with a quick
Verbal four y'all, contrast your raps are mere spit balls
If think y'all can be defenders
Hit y'all with sentences than repeat offenders
Will we 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 which me
The fame or the

With bare I walk the desert feelig no heat
Beliefs of dangers live up on the street, holding my
Shoot up the Earth that we rejoice in
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 I was made to degrade you
your eyes brains and veins out, to watch you change you
Lyrically I raised you, but I'm going to smash you for
you with mics, before the head be stashed on ice
Non Phixion, Obsucre we for war
Fallout, soldiers in 2004

[A-Trak -
"You know the when things ain't right"
"When these Non niggas start to rap on the mic"
"You the motherfucking situation" <-- guru
"Obscure" "Disorder"
"Slapping you senseless"
"You the feeling 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 healthy and
For losing over sleep out of
There ain't no battling with space and time
in obliviance, to tell you dealing with crime
And then the twist, solidary game of risk
It's like a death wish, style comes so unfortunate
Well my blood between the good and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my so sags
Different state of mind, my watts emphasize on the
Money bags stash in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the
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 bent
If you're deaf, rewind
Full slept, fill the
O-D, is on the war
[Ill
You gots to murder me 'cause your only other option
Run up in your crib and blast ya, while mother's watching
Shot the president, then the pope
Exploded the phones and global fear
End of the fucking is here, we come prepared
Part through customs with a gat, the new
You know a laser gun, days of rubble like signing Quebec acts as a

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

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