Luyện nghe bài hát Quills

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

Yo, in the staircase, blood on the pavement
I fill the quills with it let it on the pages
another anthem for the killers and manglers
Villains and wranglers, still in the chamber
Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's
Pull out-rageous arms the floor of the basement
Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, government agents
We the language
'Riq spit will leave your shit in utter amazement
I'm hot brolic it contagious
The shit the Roots started got these other going through changes
My is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish
Y'all on the titty in your formative stages
Is something in the and the way I spit
That tell these crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit
Black traumatic, so you have it
My battin' average, full 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 you could have it
For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad
for hired pack metal
You me?

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

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)
It's to ride, ride

Yo, the rebel Jake
You felt date, you better
copped off, create it just save your cheddar
I hit the studio with a pen and a
Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the letter
Driftin', shots while the plot thickens
Sands in the thinnin', the last inning
The and the cash and the fast women
It's nothing, a lust for the keep the passion and
Blaow, my tablet with firing pins
Poke holes in the plastic for
MCs jumpin' out and socks again
Must have seen their face in the news gots to been
Thought known as the cure for
Same corrupt city as Mumia the
Man to man, cocked, block and standoff
Bang, slang up in the dance hall
Yo, I hold the mic could be thrown as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to sling it at your favorite
Thing about my music is it shit like y'all
Thought, diesel a 28-inch python
You know I'm saying?

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

stop (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 time to ride,