Luyện nghe bài hát Quills

Don't stop (uh stop yo)
(cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once it's time, it's time)
It's to ride, ride

Yo, in the staircase, blood on the pavement
I fill the quills it let it spill on the pages
Compose anthem for the killers and manglers
Villains and wranglers, still in the chamber
Shit, I'm but my reflex's gangsta
Pull out-rageous arms from the of the basement
Then bust 'nuff talons if my in danger
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government
We the language
What spit will leave your shit in utter amazement
I'm hot brolic call it
The shit the Roots got these other artists going through changes
My vision is the strangest, the is anguish
Y'all on the titty in your formative stages
Is in the iris and the way I spit
That these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit
Black traumatic, so you have it
My battin' average, abort of graphic assault, it's all classic
Thought, put ass-backwards in a small package
Experience is all is, I'm well established
Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a
The technique in your reach, if only you could it
For me it's automatic, na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro
for hired pack metal
You me?

Don't (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once again it's time, time)
time to ride, ride

Yo, the heavy
We walk around a edgy, all ready and steady
like Darryl Strawberry, it figures
Niggas mad from ghetto sandwiches and swine
Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man
The story in the ghetto the
like it's just some things that never will change
Give to a style and won't give it a name
Talk 'bout consciousness it's a different
Envision again, the 'Riq, general Hannibal speak
The understandable diabolique, animal
Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen
Fifth supreme linguist, a genious
Inject you with the broke english
The most freshest and cleanest, 'Riq Geez, guess the fame is
beat makin' me fiendish
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me it nigga

Don't (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once it's time, it's time)
It's to ride, ride

Yo, the rebel Jake
You another date, you better
Don't off, create it just save your cheddar
I hit the studio a pen and a vendetta
Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the letter
Driftin', shots while the plot thickens
Sands in the thinnin', the last inning
The flash and the and the fast women
It's nothing, a lust for the craft keep the and
Blaow, my tablet with firing pins
Poke in the plastic for oxygen
MCs out shoes and socks again
have seen their face in the news it's gots to been
Thought as the cure for cancer
corrupt city as Mumia the Panther
Man to man, hammer cocked, and standoff
Bang, slang up in the dance hall
Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a bomb
Bring it just to it at your favorite icon
Thing about my music is it shit like y'all
Thought, diesel like a 28-inch
You know I'm saying?

When I'm on the mic won't be no delayin'

Don't stop (uh stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride,