Luyện nghe bài hát Quills

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

Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the
I fill the quills with it let it on the pages
Compose anthem for the killers and manglers
Villains and wranglers, still in the chamber
Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's
Pull out-rageous from the floor of the basement
Then bust 'nuff if my peoplez in danger
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government
We the language
What 'Riq spit will leave your in utter amazement
I'm hot brolic it contagious
The shit the Roots got these other artists going through changes
My vision is the strangest, the is anguish
Y'all niggas on the titty in formative stages
Is in the iris and the way I spit
That tell these other crab rappers I fo' no shit
Black traumatic, so there you it
My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, all classic
Thought, put ass-backwards in a small package
Experience is all that is, I'm well
Me and the mic in holy matrimony a marriage
The technique in reach, if only you could have it
For me it's automatic, na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro
Poet for hired metal
You me?

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

Yo, the load
We walk around a edgy, all ready and steady
Withdrawal Darryl Strawberry, it figures
mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine
Cryin' times, disadvantegeous, man listen
The story in the ghetto the
Seem like it's some things that never will change
Give birth to a style and won't it a name
'bout consciousness it's a different thang
Envision again, the 'Riq, general Hannibal speak
The understandable diabolique, style
Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you this
Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical
you with the broke down english
The most freshest and cleanest, 'Riq Geez, guess what the is
beat makin' me fiendish
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me it nigga

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

Yo, the rebel Jake
You another date, you better
Don't copped off, create it just your cheddar
I hit the with a pen and a vendetta
an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter
Driftin', shots while the plot thickens
Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the inning
The flash and the and the fast women
It's nothing, a for the craft keep the passion and
Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing
Poke in the plastic for oxygen
MCs out shoes and socks again
Must have seen face in the news it's gots to been
Thought known as the cure for
Same corrupt as Mumia the Panther
Man to man, cocked, block and standoff
Bang, gunfire slang up in the hall
Yo, I hold the mic that could be as a pipe bomb
Bring it to sling it at your favorite icon
Thing my music is it ain't shit like y'all
Thought, diesel like a 28-inch
You know what I'm

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

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